He sat at the dining table, with the top steak made of Black Angus beef in front of him, and the glass filled with Pauillac red wine next to him.

He was a person who understood enjoyment and was willing to enjoy life.

A man should be independent at the age of thirty and at forty, one began to be immune from perplexities. He had already passed the age of being immune from perplexities and he knew exactly what he wanted.

The privately-made suits were straight and fit, and the Vacheron Constantin's platinum watch shined in the light.

His hands with knives and forks were white and slender, noble and flexible, and it looked like a pair of hands that were born to play the piano. Perhaps no one would think that these hands had been stained with numerous human's lifeblood.

He was not slow to eat, but he just gave people an elegant impression.

After using the knife and fork flexibly to cut the steak into small pieces, he forked up slowly, stuffed it into the mouth, chewed carefully and swallowed slowly. He was refined and learned, leisure and gentle.

During the meal, he felt a burning sight fall on himself. He raised his head and saw the opposite dining table. A blond, fair-skinned woman was peeking at him from time to time.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he put down his knife and fork slowly. With his slender fingers holding the stemware, he raised it towards the girl on the opposite side, and then took a shallow sip.

The girl's beautiful face was blushing, and her eyes glowed with affection. She slowly lowered her head, pretending to continue eating inadvertently.

The smile on his face deepened.

He was not a European and had a pure Asian face.

His figure was not tall and strong, and compared with most European men, it was even a little thin.

But he knew exactly what his charm was.

Mature and stable, rich and elegant, these were his charms.

The girl across the table scored eighty in his heart.

She was like in her thirties which was the age he liked. And she was tall and had a bumpy figure, which was the figure he liked. As for her appearance, it could also be called beautiful and charming.

The most crucial point was that she was single, just like him. This was important.

France, known as the romantic capital, He thought that tonight would be a wonderful night.

He picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gently. As soon as he prepared to get up and walked over, the phone in his pocket vibrated out of time.

He frowned secretly, his already raised figure slowly retracted, and he took the phone out of his pocket.

Unlocked and tapped the message.

"Jason, someone has posted your information."

Jason was his codename, and in his private phone, few people called him by the name 'Jason'.

Brie was one of his few friends who knew his past and his present.

He stood up and dialed the phone.

Seeing him get up, the face of the girl on the opposite was even more rosy, looking at him intently.

He smiled slightly at her, but instead of walking over, he went straight to the back door of the restaurant.

The call was connected after a short time.

"Who betrayed me?"

"I do not know."

"How much information has been published?"

"All. Everything I know, there are some other things I don't know ..."

"How long?"

"An hour ago."

"......"

"Jason, I can only wish you good luck."

"Ha ha!" He smiled, and said with a deep gaze: "See you in hell, Brie." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone decisively.

He knew well, once the identity of a person like him had been exposed, what he would face next.

All his enemies would use his current identity to find the mobile phone he was using, and then used his mobile phone to locate his current location.

An hour was enough for his enemy to find him.

Facts had proved that his guess was correct. It was too late for him to leave the restaurant at this time.

When he walked to the hallway where the back door of the restaurant was located, the back door opened suddenly, and there walked in quickly from the outside two burly and beefy men.

A black-haired man and a blonde man, both were Europeans with profound facial features.

He saw the two strong men, and the two tough men also saw him.

At that moment, the time seemed to stand still, with both sides standing on the same spot, and no one was moving.

Without warning, he took the lead and rushed to the black-haired man's front, raised his knees, and slammed his chest.

The black-haired man raised his arms to block, and with a loud bang, he shook his body and took two steps backwards.

Without waiting for the other party to fight back, he jumped in front of them again.

The mobile phone in his hand was pushed forward and was just inserted into the mouth of black-haired man. And then he immediately punched out, the entire mobile phone was ruined by him and was hit into the opponent's throat.

The black-haired man covered his neck with his hands, his face flushed red. He leaned against the wall, and slid on the ground, and then the person stopped moving in no time.

His identity had already been revealed, and his mobile phone was useless to him, on the contrary, perhaps it would become a medium for the enemies to track him.

The blonde man roared and rushed over his companion's body.

While flashing to the side to avoid, he quickly pulled a pen out of his pocket and waved his arm sideways. Poof, the tip of the pen was inserted into the neck of the blond man, and half of the pen was inserted.

The blond man staggered forward two steps, his body slumped softly on the ground.

As fast as it could be, the two burly giants turned into two dead bodies in a blink of an eye.

He didn't take a second look, pushed open the back door of the restaurant, and walked out quickly.

Outside the back door, there was a small alley. There were no street lights, and all in the dark.

He walked out a few steps, but suddenly, there projected powerful beams of light from the entrance and the end of the lane at the same time.

The four cars which stuck in the entrance and the end of the lane respectively lit up their headlights at the same time, illuminating the alley like daylight.

At the same time, dozens of burly men in black walked in from the entrance and the end of the lane, sandwiching him.

The sharp machetes appeared in people's hands, shining with dazzling cold light in the machete blade.

He looked at the people in front of him, then at the people behind him, and slowly raised his hands to unbutton the suit.

Wow...

All the burly men in black made move together, and one of them took the lead to rush to his front.

He moved his figure, and raised his arms outwards, and his suit jacket was thrown out by him, which just covered the man's head.

Then he jumped up, and when he fell, his elbow slammed down violently.

Click!

His elbow was hitting exactly on the top of that man's head, and the sound of the crumbling of that man's neck bone was particularly harsh.

After landing, he rolled to the side, dodged the knife cut from the slope, and picked up the machete that fell on the ground at the same time.

He rolled to the corner of the wall, and his body stopped against the wall, while in his front there came three machetes.

He stretched the machete in his hand and fought up with all his strength. Bang, Bang, Bang! With three crisp sounds, there appeared a few sparks in the air.

Without waiting for the opponent to retract the machete, he continuously stretched out his feet, and kicked on the belly of the three big men respectively.

Taking the opportunity of the staggering back of the opponents, he chased forward and waved the machete to the left and right.

The two big men on the left and right sides couldn't dodge in time and fell to the ground. The burly man in the middle of them was just about to hack him, but Jason's figure flickered to the side of the man. And during this movement, he wiped the big man's neck with the sharp machete.

hiss......

Scarlet blood spurted out. Before the body fell to the ground, he kicked this body from sideways and kicked it into the crowd behind.

Bang!

A large group of burly men who rushed from the end of the lane were hit by the dead body.Then he stepped forward, stabbed with a machete, and the blade mercilessly entered the chest of a big man.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless, the three key points of martial arts had been used to the extreme by him.

Every move of his machete was a killing trick, and every move was towards the weakest and most unexpected vital part of the enemies.

The fierce fighting between the two parties was officially launched in the alley, and the blood arrows were sprayed from time to time during this hot battle.

More and more corpses fell under his feet, and gradually, the wet ground was almost red with blood.

People didn't know how long it had taken, and the bloody battle between the two parties finally came to an end. At the beginning, there were dozens of burly men, but now, there were only a dozen people standing, with as many as twenty or thirty bodies collapsed in the alley.

It was hard to imagine that these fierce, sturdy and burly men were all killed by him alone.

The remaining dozens of burly men carried machetes, and glared at him with distorted facial features. But in their eyes, there were a slight fear.

This was Jason! He was the top intermediary, but also the top killer.

He was like Jason, the perverted killer in "Black Friday", an undead demon!

At this time, he was standing against the wall, with blood all over his head and body.

It was impossible to figure out which of the blood belonged to him and which were others. The blood bead dripped continuously along the tip of the machete.

He lowered his head, looked at the two wounds on his chest, and smiled secretly and bitterly.

He thought that his physical fitness had never weakened, but in fact, his physique was gradually weakened with age.

If he was ten years younger, even if he was five years younger, he believed that he would not be hurt a little bit by killing all of these enemies before him.

Taking a deep breath, he handed the machete to his left hand, and rubbed his right hand hard on the trouser to wipe the blood on his palm away.

He raised the machete and took the initiative to walk towards the dozen remaining burly men.

Next, it was a continuing bloody battle between two parties...

When he killed the last enemy, the wounds on his body had increased from two to four, especially the wounds on his lower abdomen, which were deep and long. He had to disrobe a burly man, and tied his clothes on the wrist. Otherwise, he was worried that the intestines in his belly will flow out.

Carrying the blood-stained machete, he walked out of the alley and got into an empty car.

He gasped badly and coughed violently from time to time. He threw away the machete, started the car, and went straight to the dock.

He had a yacht at the marina in Calais. As long as he boarded the yacht, he believed that no one in the world could find him.

The sedan started and was drove towards the dock as quick as a flash.

The streets in the late night were empty, and he drove the car to the extreme speed.

The dock was just in front of him, but when his car was crossing the intersection, a large truck loaded with containers suddenly rushed out of the diagonal side.

Even though he responded in the first place and stepped on the accelerator hardly, it was still a little slower, and the rear of the car was scratched by the front of the truck. The car spun rapidly on the road, and finally lost control and rolled out in a spinning motion.

He didn't know how long it had past, maybe only a few seconds, but it seemed that it had taken for centuries. He felt that he had been pulled out of the car.

"Jason, it takes long time for us to find you, and it is also hard to find you!"

The voice came from the opposite side.

Blood, running down his forehead and eyebrows, flowed into his eyes, so that everything he saw was stained with red.

Faintly, he saw a young man with an oriental face standing in front of him.

He asked, "You ... who are you?"

"Freemasons. Do you understand?"

He didn't speak anymore and lowered his head weakly.

He had taken a deal to assassinate the young lady of the company Haotian Jinkong. As a result, the deal was only a trap. None of the people he sent came back. Unfortunately, he not only failed to kill the young lady the company Haotian Jinkong, instead, he hurt the girlfriend of the boss of Freemasons during this operation.

It was precisely because of this that he had the idea of retreatment, intending to completely abandon his identity as a intermediary and turn to be a serious businessman.

It was a pity that those who betrayed him did not want to give him the opportunity to change jobs, and those people from Freemasons did not give him this opportunity either.

"You guys want to kill me..."

"No, you don't have to worry now. We will take you back to China."

"He he..." He smiled and said intermittently: "You want Mr. Xie to kill me personally."

"It seems that you are not stupid, but what you did is really stupid."

He was paralyzed downwards, and he seemed to have no strength to stand up.

The burly men on both the left and the right side held his arms tightly so that his body would not fall down.

Just when they was about to take him away, he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked it on the knee of the man on the left.

Click!

The crisp sound of the broken joint was clearly audible, and the reverse joint of the big man's right leg went down.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, and used his elbow to hit the opponent's face, knocking him to the ground.

The other big man saw it, roared, and was going to punch.

He was very fast, but Jason was faster.

He lowered his body and let his opponent's fist move forward, flashing to the back of the big man, his hands protruding, grasping the sides of the opponent's head, his arms interlaced, and suddenly fell. Then he heard a click and the big man's neck was twisted hard by him.

The eastern youth standing opposite him raised his eyebrows.

Jason's combat power exceeded all people's expectations, including this eastern youth.

He was just an intermediary, but his dozens of brothers not only failed to capture him, but also were killed by him.

The car he took just now was hit so badly, and he was all wounded. In this case, he could still hurt and kill people. His tenacity of vitality and the tenacity of willpower were staggering.

The eastern youth snorted, stepped forward quickly, and punched his face.

He evaded, and the eastern youth swung his leg again, sweeping his belly.

This time he didn't dodge any more, but just took a step back while the eastern youth was sweeping, trying to minimize the strength of his enemy's attack.

Hard hit by the opponent, he felt the toes of the opponent seemed to follow the wounds in his abdomen and kick into his stomach.

He groaned and folded his arms back as well as hugged the opponent's right leg without waiting for his enemy to retract his feet. Then he shouted aloud and pushed forward sharply.

The eastern youth couldn't help but jumped back two steps in a row, and finally couldn't stand and fell on his back.

It was too late to continue to show his tricks, because countless burly men in black around him had rushed towards him.

He gritted his teeth and ran staggering towards a small pier. His yacht was moored there.

The eastern youth climbed up from the ground, patted the dust on his body unhurriedly, and glanced at him who had already ran out more than ten meters away.

The eastern youth took out the phone in one hand and waved to the left and right with the other hand, beckoning his men to put away the guns.

He quickly typed a line and sent it out.

Sorry Brother Dong, I couldn't bring Jason back to China alive.

After he sent the message away, he looked up and saw that Jason had climbed a white yacht through the small dock.

The eastern youth slightly raised his mouth and said, "Jason, goodbye." As he talked, he swiped his finger on the phone and quickly dialed a phone number.

As the phone number was dialed out, the ringing of the phone suddenly came from the inside of the yacht.

The moment that the person who had used all his strength to climb the yacht heard the phone ringing, he felt terrified and despaired.

He did not install a satellite phone in the yacht, nor did he put a mobile phone in it, then...

It was too late to think about it carefully, and he instinctively jumped off the yacht, but it was too late.

Bang ...

With a loud noise, the entire yacht instantly turned into a ball of fire, rushing into the night sky.

At that moment, he felt his body became very light, very light, as if flying into the clouds.

Boom!

The sound of falling water restored his mind.

He could see the burning fire on the water, and he could also feel his body sinking continuously. The instinct to survive made him wave his arms desperately, but he didn't float up.

He looked to the left and right, and it turned out that only half of his arms were left, and even the broken bone was exposed.

He smiled bitterly.

The cold sea water continuously invaded his body, and his body was sinking, as if it was going to sink into the bottomless abyss or hell.

It turned out that this was the feeling of death.

In his life, he sent countless people to death, and now it was finally his turn.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Death was not terrifying, It were the kind of freezing and biting coldness before death, as well as the feeling of the soul being stripped mercilessly from the body that were the most frightening.