Treasure identifying Golden Finger

2Hearing Faang Cheng's words, the middle-aged assassin's expression changed drastically. He then quickly retracted his battle stance and waved his hand anxiously at Faang Cheng.    

    

"No, no, no, Principal Fang, don't misunderstand. I definitely did not want to fight you. I am not a fool. How could I not know that I am no match for you? I am just... I am just a professional. I just have a stress reaction when my life is in danger. Please don't misunderstand me. "    

    

The middle-aged assassin spoke to Faang Cheng in a very polite manner. Surprisingly, when he said those words, he actually put himself in a very low state. Faang Cheng had never seen this middle-aged assassin act like this before. It seemed that... this person had really made a great contribution in order not to be killed by Faang Cheng.    

    

"Oh, I see!"    

    

Faang Cheng shrugged his shoulders as if he did not care.    

    

"It doesn't matter. If you behave yourself, I will be able to relax and you won't suffer. But if you don't behave, I can't guarantee that I will do anything to you. After all, I am still angry at you for attacking my Spirit Cultivation Academy!"    

    

Faang Cheng seemed indifferent, but the message in his tone was not indifferent. He was warning the other party that he was still angry, but the reason he did not attack him was because he was still honest and did not have any evil thoughts. However, if Faang Cheng did anything, he would still show no mercy.    

    

"Yes, Dean Fang. I understand."    

    

The middle-aged assassin hurriedly nodded.    

    

"That... Is he alright?"    

    

The middle-aged assassin changed the topic and asked about his partner, the young assassin.    

    

"Oh? Do you care what he thinks?"    

    

Faang Cheng was slightly surprised as he turned to look at the middle-aged assassin.    

    

"I... After all, he and I have been partners for many years, so we still have some feelings for each other. I had no choice but to leave him behind, but I always feel that you are good people, Director Fang. Although you won't let him go, you won't let him suffer."    

    

The middle-aged assassin flattered Faang Cheng as he spoke.    

    

"That's right, we won't do anything to him. After all, he's just an accomplice. The one who really took action is you, old fox."    

    

Hearing Faang Cheng's words, the middle-aged assassin hurriedly waved his hand.    

    

"I'm not the main culprit. I'm just following orders."    

    

His urgent explanation caused the corner of Faang Cheng's mouth to curl up slightly. However, he did not continue the middle-aged assassin's words and continued with the conversation.    

    

"So... we only locked that young man in a room and controlled him. We didn't do anything else. However, he must have been so angry because of you. Since you left, he has been frowning like he was going to kill somebody. We didn't care about him, and he didn't say anything. However, as far as I know about human nature, he must hate you. He even hates you. "    

    

Faang Cheng said directly to him.    

    

"Sigh, it's only natural for him to hate me."    

    

The middle-aged assassin shook his head.    

    

"Forget it. I don't have the face to ask him to forgive me. Now... I am caught by you. When he sees me, he should be relieved."    

    

Faang Cheng looked at the middle-aged assassin's expression and did not think that the young assassin would really be relieved that Mr. Lei had been caught. After all, the feeling of being betrayed was not very good. But it was between them. It had nothing to do with him. All he had to do now was take the middle-aged man back. Maybe... he could get some information about their young lord from the two assassins!    

    

In his subconsciousness, he felt that the young lord they were talking about should be very close to the truth.    

    

"Alright. You won't get the real answer no matter how much you guess. I will know everything when I see him later."    

    

Faang Cheng raised his chin at the middle-aged assassin and casually waved his hand at him. A Spirit Power binding appeared on the middle-aged assassin's body.    

    

"I won't use any ropes to tie you up. There are so many people who want to save face when they see you on the way, right? This Spirit Power rope is transparent. Ordinary people can't see it. Just follow me like this. At least in the eyes of outsiders, you are still normal. "    

    

Faang Cheng was quite considerate of the middle-aged assassin. However, the middle-aged assassin twisted his body with an ugly expression. He lowered his head and looked at the invisible but actually existent Spirit Power rope on his body. A trace of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes. But it was only for a moment, and when he looked up again, his expression was the same as before, humble and tense.    

    

Faang Cheng's lips curled up into a faint smile as if he was proud of himself, but also carried a trace of disdain. He glanced at the middle-aged assassin from the corner of his eye and then walked forward as if he didn't care at all.    

    

"Just follow me."    

    

He whispered to the middle-aged assassin behind him.    

    

"Okay!"    

    

The middle-aged assassin quickly replied and hurriedly followed Faang Cheng's footsteps.    

    

For an ordinary person, the distance that the middle-aged assassin managed to escape from would be rather far. Originally, they were attacking the academy from a small forest not far away from the Spirit Cultivation Academy. After that, the middle-aged assassin had escaped from Sea City and escaped to a forest on the outskirts of Sea City. He took less than half an hour to get out of the city. If he was a normal man, he would need more than an hour to get out of the city.    

    

Faang Cheng, on the other hand, was in no hurry to use his Spirit Power. Instead, he walked slowly back to the city gate of Seahold like an ordinary person. As the middle-aged assassin walked behind Faang Cheng, he looked around in all directions. His bright eyes memorized everything along the way.    

    

"Principal Fang, your Spirit Power... It feels very extraordinary. It seems to be different from our Spirit Power. It seems to be from a different clan."    

    

The middle-aged assassin began to chat with Faang Cheng.    

    

"Hmm, you should know that I'm not from your Myriad God Realm, right? That's why it's normal for the Spirit Power to be different from each other!"    

    

Faang Cheng did not turn his head around. Instead, he answered the middle-aged assassin's question as he walked.    

    

"Simply put, your Spirit Power is raised by your acquired cultivation. My Spirit Power... is born with it, and it will gradually become stronger according to my age and the absorption of the surrounding Spirit Power. So our Spirit Power is indeed different. "    

    

If Faang Cheng's words were to be used in the modern world, it would be the epitome of Versailles.    

    

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