The assassin's face filled with horror when he saw Zhang Heng. He was an expert at stealth himself, yet he had failed to notice someone following behind him. Worse still, that person had followed him all the way to the laundry and remained hidden until he entered the butcher shop to meet his contact.
Thinking back to that strange sense of kinship he had felt earlier, the assassin finally blurted out, "Y-you... are you an assassin too?"
"Unfortunately, it's my turn to ask the questions." Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze to the one-eyed Samaritan. "Looks like you're his contact. Then you should know who paid to have me killed this time, right?"
After his initial panic, the Samaritan quickly calmed down. He shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just the owner of a butcher shop. What would I know about assassinations?"
"Is that so?" Zhang Heng did not press him. He merely drew the two Persian Swords at his waist.
"What are you trying to do? Arrest me and take me back to the Patrol Team?" The one-eyed Samaritan raised his voice. "What evidence do you have that I'm his contact?"
"Arrest you? You're thinking too much. Looks like you don't know how the Patrol Team has been handling things lately." Zhang Heng said, "I was very careful on my way here. No one on the street noticed me entering your butcher shop. In other words, even if I kill both of you, no one will know I did it."
The one-eyed Samaritan froze. He had not expected the other man to be a member of the Patrol Team, responsible for keeping order in this district, yet have no intention of following the law at all. What kind of Patrol Team