I was told I'd be a late bloomer, but I was born with the potential to achieve great things!

Xia Ji Teahouse!

"Brother Zou, you didn't say that a little over a month ago."

Inside the private room, Wang Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, pushed open the door and entered. Looking at the unfamiliar peddler who was already waiting in the room, he slowly spoke.

"Mo Kai of the Seven Mysteries Sect not only did not die, but his decisive move in the arena battle has made the Seven Mysteries Sect even more powerful."

This is very disadvantageous for my Black Tiger Gang.

Wang Hu's words were tinged with sighs and lamentations, but the Black Tiger Gang members who knew him well understood.

This is how their leader reacted in the face of extreme anger.

Taking money but not getting anything done... This logic doesn't hold water anywhere, and it's a recipe for disaster.

"You've already made two moves."

Looking at the silent peddler, Wang Hu picked up the teacup on the table and rubbed his right hand back and forth between two fingers.

His tone was gentle, but the teacup in his hand made a cracking sound, as if it were being crushed by a heavy object, and fine white powder fell down.

"I will not accept any more money, and my people will not leave if things are not handled properly."

Zou Quan rubbed the human skin on the face, his voice low and deep, yet filled with determination.

After two consecutive failures... now it's not about money anymore, it's about his dignity.

Although he has no dignity, once he loses his credibility, he will never be able to make money like he does now.

"I trust Brother Zou completely, but..."

As Wang Hu spoke, his gaze fell upon Zou Quan, who was dressed as a peddler.

Eyes facing each other.

There were no sparks or rivalries in the air, only tranquility.

"Tell me, who do you need me to kill... As long as their strength doesn't exceed that of Namo Kai, I can only charge one tael of silver."

Zou Quan understood Wang Hu's silence, picked up the wine pot on the table, filled a wine glass, and pushed it in front of him.

"There is a man in the Seven Mysteries Sect named Zhou An. He has only been practicing martial arts for a few months but has already reached the level of internal strength. Moreover, he recently defeated two people in a row in a martial arts competition..."

Wang Hu recounted Zhou An's known experiences and intelligence in detail, clearly having observed him for a long time.

"It's less than a month until the arena battle. Even if he's a genius, he's at most a tin can."

Zou Quan calmly assessed the situation and then provided his answer.

"Killing this man is a piece of cake... I'll take this extra."

"With Brother Zou's strength, killing him would be an easy task, but this person possesses extraordinary wit and intelligence."

Wang Hu smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and spoke to himself.

"Since the end of the arena competition, this person has been hiding in the city and has not come out."

Unlike Mo Kai's recent outspokenness, he is very composed, so composed that he doesn't care about the opinions of others.

I think Brother Zou should understand that this kind of person is extremely terrifying.

After all, at our age, we wouldn't be so composed; we'd just be aggressively vying for dominance.

But we both understand the outcome of this struggle.

For the Black Tiger Gang, one Mo Kai is enough; they cannot afford a second one.

I will give you the results within seven days.

Zou Quan ignored Wang Hu's reminiscences, knowing that was not what the other wanted to hear, and went straight to the point.

"I will personally lure away the people from the Seven Mysteries Sect and let Tian Dan, who has already forged his bones, take action."

"If you try to toughen his bones against skin, he won't survive."

"What if we fail again?"

Wang Hu tapped on the table.

"Then I will take action myself."

"Seven days from now, I will create an opportunity for you. I hope Brother Zou will not disappoint me."

As Wang Hu spoke, he tilted his head back, drank the wine in his glass, and placed it on the table.

"By the way, let me remind Brother Zou that the Seven Mysteries Sect values ​​Zhou An highly and might arrange for someone to keep an eye on him in secret."

"Send another person to cooperate with Tian Dan's operation, and I will go to Mo Kai again to keep the Seven Mysteries Sect's experts occupied."

Zou Quan frowned and offered his suggestion.

"What a brilliant tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain, what a brilliant tactic of drawing the snake out of its hole... With such a double-edged sword, it should be foolproof."

Wang Hu's smile became more sincere. He glanced at the wine cup in Zou Quan's hand, took out an ounce of silver, and placed it on the table.

"Bang!"

Almost the instant the door closed, the wine in Zou Quan's hand splashed everywhere, and the white porcelain wine glass shattered silently.

He was furious.

The series of failures had eroded the domineering aura he once possessed when he brought the Black Tiger Gang's third-in-command to collect the money, which had previously made him appear calm.

That one or two taels of silver was his last act of defiance.

......

a few days later.

"It's time to pick up the medicine."

In the courtyard, Zhou An looked at the two remaining blood-replenishing powders and immediately left the courtyard with his crimson wooden sword.

Those who are not government officials are not allowed to carry real swords or knives in the city.

This is a rule set by the government, but if one becomes a ghostwriter, then it's a different story.

Although a swordsman cannot fight in the city without a reason, the real thing is always more reliable than a fake one.

Unfortunately, once you apply to become a ghostwriter, you must face a ghostwriter assessment.

This means that Zhou An must personally kill the wanted criminals on the wanted list within a month.

But now that he had secured half a year's worth of resources from the sect, Zhou An naturally wouldn't rush out now.

Upon thinking of this, Mo Kai's image involuntarily reappeared in Zhou An's mind.

In just a few days, this genius of the Seven Mysteries Sect suffered his third assassination attempt.

Although Zhou An was somewhat grateful to the other party for helping him share the burden, he knew that if you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Rather than trying to lure the snake out of its hole, it's better to cultivate oneself diligently within the gate.

However, Zhou An also understood.

The other party is a core disciple of the Seven Mysteries Sect...

"Um?"

Just then, Zhou An, who was halfway there, frowned and subconsciously looked towards the alley in front of him.

The houses on both sides were closed, and the surroundings were completely silent.

quiet!

It's too quiet.

He had traveled this road many times and knew everything about it very well.

But now...

"Although I pick up my medication every month, the timing is not fixed. Sometimes I pick it up on time, and sometimes I choose to pick it up earlier or later."

I always went to pick up the medicine myself, which prevented the possibility of poisoning.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhou An's mind, and he immediately retreated rapidly.

If I guess wrong, it's just a waste of time.

But if I guess right... it means someone is watching me in the shadows all the time.

"Bang!"

Almost the instant Zhou An leaped away, a towering figure emerged from a nearby house.

The figure was familiar, but the face was completely unfamiliar.

At the same time, Zhou An's ears twitched, and he glanced at the alley behind him, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Then a burly man wielding a long staff blocked his retreat and charged at him with the staff.

"This ridiculous ambush... I'm so confident, why would anyone even consider targeting me?"

Zhou An felt wronged and angry, and a murderous intent was churning in his calm eyes.

"Waaaaah!"

At this moment, the long staff behind him was swung in mid-air, emitting a whistling sound from the big man's hand.

Zhou An suddenly stopped in his tracks, no longer retreating. He relaxed his shoulders and twisted his hips, unleashing his power, and suddenly gripped the wooden sword hilt with his right hand, swinging it violently backward.

A muffled thud rang out, and the wooden scabbard shot out like a sharp sword, heading straight for the burly man wielding the club behind him.

At the same time, Zhou Anjian turned around.

He bent his knees and then burst into motion, leaping up with his crimson wooden sword in hand, heading straight for the towering, muscular man in front of him.

Zhou An moved very fast; as he left, ripples of dust spread outwards from beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, they were heading in opposite directions towards the towering giant.

The distance between them quickly shrank, closing to within five steps.

"Oh!"

Seeing Zhou An wielding a wooden sword and slashing at him with a panicked and anxious expression, Zhong Wei, wearing a human skin mask, sneered.

"You think you can kill someone with just a wooden sword?"

He sneered, but his attack was ruthless; the blade on his right fist gleamed with a dark, iron-like sharpness in the sunlight.

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