Zhu Wanquan gritted his teeth and threw his subordinates to the ground like a discarded person. He was so anxious that he couldn't even speak. He turned around and rushed back with the people. After all, who else in this world would care more about his son's safety than him?

"I know you are afraid that Zhu Wanquan will be stuck in the crowd and make you unable to identify it. It doesn't matter. Senior brother has made arrangements. You just need to stay near the inn. It won't take long to go back."

The senior brother's thoughts were teleported to this point, and Zhu Wanquan and others hurriedly returned to the inn, but in front of him was a cold black shadow and a sharp silver blade.

"Just wait for him to come to his door, he will put his neck on his head-"

Zhu Wanquan raised his fearful eyes towards the sword.

"Send it to you personally."

The spirit of Lingxi Technique quietly faded away. The man in white clothes sitting alone in Youhuang closed the hexagram from the cloud chariot, with his mouth slightly raised, and he was so secretive: Senior brother will help you here, and leave the rest to you. I believe you will be able to complete the task perfectly.

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"Prince, I have something unknown to you." Gui Wu had a contradictory point in his heart. After a while, he asked, "Since you are determined to use Hongmeng's hand to destroy Zhu Wanquan, why did you deliberately tell them the wrong trading location?"

Isn’t this causing trouble for yourself out of thin air?

Gui Song slowly turned around, with a meaningful smile in his eyes: "With Hongmeng Que's intelligence strength, if you want to know the real trading location, why do you need to obtain it from the original face?"

Guiwu secretly understood: "So this is not a gambling game. Is it a test for you from beginning to end?"

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When the knife fell, a large piece of blood splashed, sprayed on the yellow walls of the inn like a splash of ink. Zhu Wanquan's head was cut off alive.

At this time, the girl in red was flew steadily beside him with the baby in her arms, and said, "Senior Brother."

The man in black put away his blood-dropping sword weapon: "Why are you here?"

"Senior Brother Yuan asked me to help you." The baby was fed hypnotic drugs by her and fell asleep and stopped making noise. She and him did not understand the overall situation. "Why don't you see him with you?"

"Senior brother is in Nanzhulin, we were deliberately broken up." His eyes were cold and his face was like frost. "The inside story of the transaction revealed to us by the Prime Minister is fake."

The girl looked disbelief: "Fake it?"

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When the senior brother was explaining his plan that day, he proposed that the junior brother who was responsible for the killing not go to the bamboo forest but to lie dormant on the wharf. His surprise was no less than that of the junior sister at this moment, and the senior brother explained so.

"Private salt entering Beijing is a big deal. Zhu Wanquan has been doing the canal transportation business for decades and is used to roaming water. How could he feel at ease to put such a dangerous transaction on land?" The senior brother's question left him speechless, and the senior brother said again, "Similarly, this is the prime minister's first time dealing with us, and it may not be trusted by us. It is natural not to tell us the real trading location."

The senior brother in his eyes was always so calm and composed, his smile as if the sunset was carved on the corner of his mouth, a bright shadow.

"Murder is what we are good at, but it is not the main purpose of this mission. How to find the goods accurately and quickly return them to Zhao is what the Prime Minister cares most."

The senior brother spread out a map of Luoyang that he had drawn by himself, and each special geographical location was clearly visible on it. He leaned down slightly in a way that guided the country, and his long hair like a waterfall fell down lightly with him, adding a hint of femininity and beauty to his solemnity.
Chapter completed!