The assassin clearly had not expected to fail, especially after planning for so long. Fortunately, he was not some inexperienced newcomer and knew this was no time to show off. Marcus, who had been traveling with Zhang Heng, had already been squeezed off to who knew where.
But Zhang Heng's status as champion of the Flavian Amphitheatre alone told the assassin that he had no chance in a direct fight. Without hesitation, he turned and ran the moment his strike missed.
He was quite confident in his stealth skills. Almost every assassin put great effort into stealth, not only to approach targets silently, but also to deal with situations like this.
As he ran, the assassin also created greater chaos in the crowd, shoving one person here and kicking another there. He deliberately chose people who looked hot-tempered. Once provoked, their tempers flared immediately, but the assassin's little tricks were subtle enough that they could not find the culprit and could only vent their anger on those around them. Before long, quite a few people in the crowd were fighting, making the scene even more chaotic.
The assassin looked back and found that Zhang Heng had not pursued him. He was simply standing where he was, quietly watching him. This made the assassin relax a little.
However, he did not let down his guard or stop running. After leaving the crowd, he plunged into a nearby alley and passed through four alleys in one breath before slowing down slightly. He quickly changed into another set of clothes, walked out of the alley, and pretended to be a customer browsing a street stall. At the same time, he kept an eye on his surroundings and only stood up after confirming there was no one suspicious nearby.
What he did not notice