The little princess and the fifth prince went on a trip, but they were assassinated, which shocked the government and the public.
In the cell, the living assassin was hung on a shelf.
The official poured a basin of cold water on him, and with a "swish" sound, the assassin slowly woke up.
The policeman asked fiercely: "Who ordered you to assassinate His Highness the Fifth Prince? Tell me!"
The assassin sneered: "Don't even think about it. Otherwise, just give me some money, maybe I can get some information!"
"You!" the policeman said angrily.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the darkness, as if someone had kicked the bench over.
From the corner of his eye, the assassin could only see a pair of black boots walking out of the shadows, and a stern young man gradually approaching.
His eyes were filled with dark light, like a sword drawn from its sheath, cold and sharp.
Rolling and killing all things.
The detectives quickly moved out of the way and handed over their hands: "Master Hou, several of his subordinates have interrogated him several times, but he just refused to recruit.
The other assassins were basically dying because they couldn't bear the torture, and this was the only one left."
The detectives were also surprised.
It is strange that Marquis Yong Ye suddenly volunteered to investigate the assassination of the fifth prince.
Ye Siming looked at the assassin and said coldly: "Then let me ask."
The assassin looked at the young man with disdain.
"What use can a half-grown boy do? It would be a good deal for you here, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Siming's figure flashed and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Then, before anyone could react, they heard a "click" sound of bones being separated!
Yesi Mingjun's cold white cheeks were suddenly splashed with a few drops of blood.
The assassin on the shelf began to cry: "My hand! Ah——!"
The detectives were dumbfounded.
Marquis Yong Ye...actually removed one of the assassin's arms!
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 carry a thin and decisive smile, like the Shura King coming from the underworld, with a chilling tremor.
"It's easy to wish for death, but you must have never experienced the feeling of not being able to survive or die. You don't need to say who instigated it, you just need to see with your own eyes how I tore you apart piece by piece. Maybe now
Is there anything you want to say to me before you die?"
Ye Siming finished speaking and didn't wait for the assassin's reaction.
He took a step back, the sword in his hand was shining brightly, and he waved it sideways. The assassin's still intact tendon in his left arm was severed in an instant!
There was blood flowing everywhere, and some detectives couldn't bear this scene, so they turned around and rushed out to support the wall and retched.
Ye Siming struck swiftly and without any ambiguity.
Killing someone is as easy as crushing an ant.
Just when he was about to take action for the third time, the assassin suddenly gasped and almost cried: "I said——!"
Ye Siming's sword edge stopped three inches in front of his eyes.
He raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Oh? He is more incompetent than I thought. He won't be able to hold on for a while. Then tell me, if you fool me, you know what will happen."
The assassin was so frightened that he peed his pants. He was trembling all over, enduring the severe pain, and his face turned pale: "The person who ordered me is..."
Suddenly! The sound of a sharp blade piercing the air came from behind Ye Siming.
He subconsciously turned around and stretched out his hand——
This was a cluster of arrows shot from outside the cell window, and Ye Siming held it tightly in his hand.
The figure outside the window flashed past.
The detectives suddenly woke up: "Chase!"
However, that night Siming threw away the arrow cluster and looked back.
The assassin didn't know when someone wiped his neck.