The young assassin, although he had unleashed his assassination techniques to their greatest extent, still hadn't expected that it would be so difficult to get close to Zheng Ming's body.
This young man, who appeared to be about the same age as him, was simply too strong.
"My surname is Zuo!" Ordinarily, according to the training he had received since childhood, even in death, he was not supposed to reveal anything about himself.
But now, facing Zheng Ming, he couldn't help but speak, and what came out were his own secrets.
"What is your relation to Zuo Yun Cong?" Zheng Ming pressed forward slightly, his words trembling lightly, "Is he doing well?"
"My grandfather is not doing well, he's dead!" The young man hesitated for a moment before finally letting these words slip out.