The little princess and the fifth prince went out for a trip, but when they encountered assassination, they shocked the government and the public.
In the cell, the living assassin was hung on a shelf.
The government officials poured a basin of cold water on it, and with a "wow", the assassin woke up slowly.
The constable asked evilly: "Who instructed you to assassinate the fifth prince? Say!"
The assassin sneered: "Don't want to know. Otherwise, I'll give me some money. Maybe I can speak out!"
"You!" the detective was angry.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the darkness beside it, as if someone had kicked the bench over.
The assassin Yu Guang could only see a pair of black boots walking out of the shadows, and a cold boy gradually approaching.
His eyes were filled with black light, like a sword that was unsheathed, with a cold and sharp edge.
Rolling and looking down on everything.
The constables quickly made way and bowed: "Marty, the Marquis, the few subordinates have interrogated them several times, but he just refused to ask for help.
The other assassins were basically dying because they couldn't stand the torture, and only this one was left."
The constables were also surprised.
This Yongye Hou suddenly volunteered to investigate the assassination of the fifth prince, which was strange.
Ye Siming looked at the assassin and said coldly: "Then I'll ask."
The assassin looked at the boy with disdain.
"What can a half-large boy do? You can say it here, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, Ye Siming flashed and came to him in the blink of an eye.
Then, before everyone could react, they heard a "click" sound of bone separation!
Ye Si Mingjun's cold and fair cheeks suddenly splashed a few drops of blood.
The assassin on the shelf began to wail: "My hand! Ah-!"
The constables were stunned.
Yongyehou... actually took one of the assassin's arm!
The assassin was still screaming, and the sword in Ye Siming's hand was already pressed against his neck.
His expression was very cold, but his eyes seemed to have a decisive smile, as if the Shura King came from the underworld, with a terrifying trembling feeling.
"It's easy to die, but you probably haven't tried the taste of not being able to survive or not being able to die. You can't say who ordered it, you just need to see with your own eyes how I took you apart. Maybe it's time to stop you from being able to do it.
Before you die, what do you want to say to me?"
Ye Siming finished speaking, without waiting for the assassin to react.
He took a step back, and the sword light in his hand was bright and waved horizontally. The assassin's still intact left arm tendon was instantly broken!
Blood flowed, and some constables couldn't stand this scene, so they turned around and rushed out to hold the wall and started to retching.
Ye Siming made a neat move without any ambiguity.
Killing someone is as simple as trampling on an ant to death.
Just as he was about to take action for the third time, the assassin suddenly gasped and shouted in a crying voice: "I said--!"
Ye Siming's sword edge stopped three inches in front of his eyes.
He raised his eyebrows and was interested: "Oh? He is more incompetent than I thought. He can't hold on after a while. Then tell me, if you fool me, you know what the outcome will be."
The assassin was so scared that he wet his pants. He was trembling all over, enduring the severe pain, and his face pale: "The person who instructed me is..."
Suddenly! A sharp blade breaks through the air came from Ye Siming's back.
He subconsciously turned around and reached out to hold it—
This was a cluster of arrows shot in from outside the cell window, which was tightly held in Ye Siming's hand.
A figure outside the window flashed by.
The constables suddenly woke up: "Chasing!"
However, when Ye Siming threw away the arrow cluster and looked back.
The assassin was wiped off his neck at some point.