He climbed to his feet, his head swimming, then he stopped for a moment and looked down. Something lay at his feet. He picked it up, glanced at it and dismissed it for later. Then, after retrieving his cut-throat razor with his left hand, he bolted after the little bastard who had worked him over.
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Chang, the assassin, ran.
Though he was a small man, almost frail-looking, he had excellent fitness and speed. Even if his pursuers had numbers and weapons against him, Chang was still agile enough to be able to outrun even the fittest of hunters. He had one block to run before he reached his vehicle parked in a side street.
Killing the Creole had been no problem for a man of Chang"s skills. For that, he had used his assassin"s needle. It lay in a thin sheath and was hidden inside his w
