After Xiao Mo came out of Cao Chuchu's house, he stood outside their apartment for a long time. After feeling nothing strange, he put his hands in his pockets and started walking.

As soon as he reached the intersection, he was suddenly startled, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He looked at the two naked people in front of him with a stunned expression, carrying two manhole covers.

Take a quick glance, holy shit.

Aren't these the two robbers just now?

The two robbers also discovered Xiao Mo. They were also shocked. They threw the manhole cover away and hugged each other. "Brother, we were just robbed. Can you spare us?"

Damn, it's really rare to be a robber and get robbed instead.

Xiao Mo was too lazy to pay attention to them, waved his hand, "Go back and be a good person." and continued walking forward.

He knew that these people's nature might be hard to change, but there was no need for him to kill them all.

When he was about to reach home, he suddenly felt a cool wind carrying a familiar scent.

He was shocked all over.

This is the aura of the night assassins who were following him before!

He stopped and concentrated. There was a person on the locust tree directly in front of him!

He searched again and found no one else. It seemed that he was alone.

He had no doubts, this was in line with the assassin's nature.

The so-called assassin killers are mostly alone when performing tasks.

Self-destruction is a stage that all assassins must go through.

In a deeper sense, Xiaomo is not a night assassin.

He can only be regarded as a person with superpowers who was opened up by those old monsters.

"Who are you?" Xiao Mo stopped and said.

There is no need for him to hide anymore. Since these people can find him again and again, it means they have been monitoring him for a long time.

The assassin in the dark did not move or speak, his eyes fixed on Xiao Mo.

Xiaomo's mind was spinning very quickly. He was trying to guess who sent this person.

Until now, he was not sure whether this person was the assassin sent by Xia Yu.

Then Wang Laoba?

Or who?

He really wasn't sure.

"Why are you following me!" Xiao Mo's tone was firm.

"Wow!" The leaves rustled, and a man in a black windbreaker landed in front of Xiaomo.

"I am number 757, the Night Killer."

The man said politely: "Hello, superhuman."

All assassins in China have no names, including everyone in the Assassin League, the largest assassination organization, all have no names.

In this world of killers, no one will remember them, only the tattoo numbers on their bodies.

The number is their name and represents everything about them.

The blood drop tattoos on their chests are their honor and their level. The more blood drops, the deeper and older they are.

It also means killing the most people!

These are what those old monsters told him. So far, he still can't define himself. Is he an assassin? Is he a person with super powers? Or is he a prankster...

When he heard this person call him that, he thought, "Hello, are you from the League of Assassins?"

"Don't worry about who I am? It doesn't matter who I am, just hand it over!" No. 757 stretched out his hand with black gloves.

"What?"

Xiao Mo really didn’t understand, “Who sent you here?”

“Secret Volume of Masculinity—Osmanthus Collection!”

Number 757 said calmly: "As the last descendant of the prankster, it's better not to show off, I don't want to kill anyone!"

Osmanthus Collection!

Masculine secret volume?

In Xiaomo's mind, this is just a book for practice and fun, equivalent to a recipe book.

Unexpectedly, this person gave such a high evaluation: Masculine Secret Volume!

As the name suggests, it is a secret technique equivalent to the Nine Yang Magic and can only be practiced by men.

It seems that these old guys and Tong Jing have really spent a lot of money.

He looked at number 757 "The Last Descendant?"

"Do you think those old monsters will come down the mountain alive? And that mysterious woman, she is just using you."

Number 757 stared at Xiaomo, unable to see any emotion, "Hand it over, maybe you will live longer."

Tong Jing, the mysterious woman?

A flash of emotion flashed through Xiao Mo's mind: "Did you kill them?"

"Wang Laoba is not an ordinary person, nor is he a noble person, but he is enough to kill them. If these old monsters hadn't been behind to protect you, would you and that woman have escaped from City H alive?" No.

757 raised his head and looked at the night sky. "I said too much, hand it over! You don't deserve to have such a thing."

His smile is weird.

Xiao Mo knows the complicated relationship now. He has fallen into a whirlwind and can never get out again.

He asked: "Are you from the Xia Group?"

"I don't belong to anyone, I am a free professional killer with supernatural powers!"

Number 757's tone became serious.

He is also a superpower!

It seems that he guessed correctly, Xiaomo said to himself.

"I don't have anything!"

He also said firmly.

"I actually don't want to do it. Now it seems that there will be blood tonight."

Number 757 smiled softly, "We talk too much, maybe only death can make us silent!"

Suddenly, he quickly shot at Xiaomo!

A black fist hit Xiaomo on the head!

Xiao Mo quickly jumped back. The speed of this supernatural killer surprised him, far beyond what he thought.

No. 757 didn't expect Xiao Mo to be able to dodge. He waved his right hand, and there was a gleaming scimitar in his hand. "You're good at it. Did they open up your Rendu and Du's second meridians?"

Xiao Mo was standing not far away. He felt different powers on his left and right hands, one strong and one soft.

My heart tightened suddenly.

He had an epiphany and finally found out that those old monster masters had allowed him to practice the Osmanthus Manual and the Secret Book of Picking Up Girls at the same time.

It turns out to be the harmony of yin and yang!

His mind cleared up and his whole body felt refreshed. In fact, he didn't know that he had broken through the bottleneck.

Number 757 threw the scimitar in his hand directly and pointed it at Xiao Mo's neck.

Xiao Mo suddenly jumped up, stepped on the scimitar with his toes, and threw it towards No. 757.

After two moves, in the seemingly calm night, the leaves began to fall and the branches also made a clicking sound.

The eyes of the two people began to focus together and turned dark red at the same time.

After looking at each other, the two people exerted force on their feet at the same time and came towards each other!

The scimitar No. 757 kept turning in his hand, the windbreaker blew up, and the cold breath rushed towards Xiao Mo's face...

Xiao Mo clenched his fists and ran forward. His footsteps could not be heard, but with every step he took, a thick line-like gap appeared on the cement road. His eyes were fixed on the chest numbered 757, where there was a beating heart.

Heart……

The smell of death became stronger and stronger. The two moved very fast, and they collided in two seconds.

The knife numbered 757 swept towards Xiao Mo’s neck;

Xiao Mo changed from fists to claws and grabbed No. 757's chest...

"Bang"

After the two collided, there was a slight sound, and then the two stood back to back...

Xiao Mo closed his eyes and listened to the sound of blood drops...

Number 757 turned around and looked at Xiao Mo, with a dark color in his eyes.

The knife on the chest was dripping blood...

In less than 3 seconds, the knife on the chest began to emit white smoke, and then No. 757's face began to become distorted, and then the whole person lay underneath, until it turned into a pool of blood.

Completely disappear from this world.

This is the killer, no one knows where they come from, death is their new life...

Xiao Mo clapped his hands and sighed, "The only martial arts in the world that can't be broken is the fast one!"

He raised his head and looked up and prayed. No matter what kind of person he is, he has a soul.
Chapter completed!