'You grow attached to things, even machines.'
Fang Zhen sidestepped and pulled his longspear from its mount on the front of the motorcycle.
He wasn't ready to kill anyone yet, but he was going to give this female Assassin a good thrashing. He needed to teach her a lesson—that you don't mess with other people's property.
Just then, the clone of the black-clad man he had knocked down charged him from behind.
Fang Zhen wielded a weapon in each hand: a longspear in his left and a pistol in his right.
His spearmanship was already well-honed. He spun around, tucking the longspear under his arm and sweeping it horizontally, sending one of the clones staggering back. Simultaneously, his right hand fired the Desert Viper—BANG! BANG! BANG!—three shots in quick succession, all striking the black-clad man's chest.
