339 The First Assassin (32)

Before anyone could explain, he directly spread his hands and said:

"I have records of Ye Mingguo's hired killers here. Whether it was the murder of the Liang family more than ten years ago or the recent arrests of large and small families, I remember the transactions very clearly."

"Feng Caozhe did have a good relationship with his father back then, but who says he didn't have an ulterior motive?"

As soon as the words were introduced, people in the audience began to discuss and speculate.

"I seem to understand. If the Liang family is destroyed, wouldn't it be the Feng family that benefits the most?"

"So it was actually the Feng family who combined their connections to kill Liang Aoyun's family, and then let the uncontrollable mysterious landlord take the blame?"

"Not necessarily. If it was really what the Feng family did, then why did they leave Liang Na alive alone? Isn't that self-destruction?"

"Indeed, and it won't be of any benefit to the Feng family, right?"

"Tch, I don't blame people for thinking bad things about the Feng family. Isn't this just a conspiracy theory?"

Ling Yu, the boss on the stage, couldn't stand the pressure and hurriedly motioned for his father to come out and explain.

Feng Caozhe felt equally uncomfortable.

Didn't he do so many things just for a whole book of secrets? Seeing that he was about to fall short, he wished he could just kill the daughter of the Liang family in the ring to vent his anger.

"Children can't talk nonsense. If what happened to the Liang family is really our Feng family's fault, what's the motive?"

"And how do you know how to eliminate the suspicion of the original poster?"

Su Na casually lifted a piece of hair and showed his belt: "Just because I am the number one assassin in Ye Ming Kingdom, Liang Na."

"My life was saved by the poster who happened to pass by me when I was being chased. The time was completely different from the destruction of the Liang family."

Tiaoxian Tower, a gathering place for high-level assassins from the Ye Ming Kingdom, has always been kept secret under the protection of the owner. Except for the assassins in the building, no one knows the rankings and names inside.

Even if a killer is hired by an outsider, there is no telling who will take over the task.

But the waist card cannot be faked.

The drama of a struggle between alliance leaders left the audience stunned for a moment.

I was even more surprised that she was so capable.

Ye Ming Kingdom, ranked first.

The strength is so terrifying...

"As for the motivation, anyone who knows martial arts knows it well. The restraint technique practiced by your Feng family, coupled with a complete and unique secret book, is said to strengthen the body and increase life span."

"Can you resist such a great temptation?"

Suna raised an eyebrow and slowly took the things back.

"..."

Everything is reasonable and well-founded, and the people gradually have nothing to say.

Feng Caozhe gritted his teeth and looked at the eyesore on the stage, clenched his fists and ran straight up, "Damn you stinky girl!"

Although he didn't bring his usual sword, Suna could dodge it at this speed.

It's just that there are people faster than her.

A gust of refreshing wind blew in front of her, the hem of her snow-colored clothes fluttered softly, and her long crow-feather hair swung in beautiful arcs in the air.

The young man wearing a power fence raised his hand and accurately grasped the man's wrist. His fingers were slender and the phalanges were beautiful. He was so fast that no one could see how he came up.

Before Feng Caozhe could be shocked, the severe pain in the next second made him lose his composure in public.

Broken wrist tendons.

Lin Huai loosened his fingers and frowned at the discomfort of touching someone. Qing Jun's tall and tall figure still leaned back, his arms lightly wrapped around the girl's waist, not being too abrupt.

The delicate outline in Mi Li's white gauze is looming, and as she turns around, she reveals a section of her fair chin, which is quite elegant, and her posture is wanton and elegant.

Everyone was stunned.

Under the young man's slender and soft eyelashes, his eyes were clear and bitingly cold. Even if you can't see his face clearly, you can still feel the cold murderous intent at close range through the white gauze.