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Zhao Yang stared into his opponent's eyes, watching his complexion grow increasingly pale, and sneered as he continued, "When someone has a guilty conscience, they inevitably do something stupid to cover it up. As a policeman with decades of experience, how could you be foolish enough to think that all assassins operate alone?"
At this, the other party's face turned ashen!
Zhao Yang, staring into his eyes, asked, "But I still have questions."
"What questions?" the Assassin suddenly asked.
"What's your name?" Zhao Yang asked.
"You don't need to know my name. When assassins enter this line of work, they often abandon their past names and keep only a code name. My code name is a number, it's 'Thirty-Seven'," the other party said indifferently.
"'Thirty-Seven'... Are you part of 'them'?" Zhao Yang asked.
Thirty-Seven clearly understood who Zhao Yang meant by "them" and after a moment's thought, he said, "To be precise, we have an employment relationship!"
