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Dijiao Gang, a house in the southeast of the courtyard.
The wife of the gang leader was looking in the mirror. She admired her beauty in the bronze mirror. She slowly stood up and turned around, her gorgeous dress turning like a blooming flower.
She had just received the news that she was hosting distinguished guests for her husband, so she was not in a hurry to go.
She heard from her husband that this distinguished guest had a great connection with the Dugu family, so she felt that she should not neglect it, so she decided to dress up well.
Her delicate body was undulating like a ripe peach, and she was sweet and charming as she walked. Soon, she came to the door of the study.
As soon as she arrived, she bumped into Chen Anbang, who came to the study in a hurry.
Is this person the distinguished guest mentioned by my husband?
Although he was not good-looking, tall and thick, he did have some blood and murderous intent... The gang leader's wife quickly looked at Chen Anbang with her beautiful eyes.
Chen Anbang also glanced at the gang leader's wife, and a touch of fire suddenly rose in his heart. The gang leader's wife was beautiful and exuded a mature charm. This maturity was just right and most exciting.
But he quickly looked away, guessing that the mature and charming woman in front of him was probably Qi Lin's woman, and he couldn't covet her, so he had to get down to business first.
The gang leader's wife looked away, only to see a figure walking past the study.
Um?
Your husband has come back?
Could it be that I have dressed up for too long...
That's all, my husband has gone back to the study, what else can I do? The rouge is white...
The gang leader’s wife had moist red lips and said in a soft voice:
"Sir, please come in. My husband will be waiting for you in the study. He doesn't like my family to be involved in important events, so I won't disturb you and will leave first."
Chen Anbang clasped his fists in return, slowly opened the study door and stepped inside.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the elegant man who was stroking the long sword on the wall with his back to him.
It seems that this is Qi Lin, the leader of the Dijiao Gang... Chen Anbang cupped his fists and said:
"I, Chen Anbang, have met Gang Leader Qi."
Chen Anbang?
Why is he here... Zhao Wujiang stroked the sword with his hand for a moment. He turned his left hand and a silver needle appeared between his fingers. Then he gently pierced the acupuncture points on his face and head. The bones and skin of his cheeks moved slowly, and within a breath, he changed his appearance.
"Master Chen, sit down."
Zhao Wujiang turned around and saw an ordinary face. He walked straight to the desk and sat down, his face not red and his heart not beating.
As expected, people should not be judged by their appearance. This man's appearance is ordinary. Who knew he would be the leader of the Dijiao Gang?
Chen Anbang sat on the chair and got straight to the point:
"Gang Leader Qi, I want to ask you to kill someone..."
So you invited a killer... Zhao Wujiang tapped his fingers on the table and said expressionlessly:
"I wonder, Mr. Chen, who do you want to kill?"
Chen Anbang's eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "Zhao Wujiang!"
"Master Chen is talking about Zhao Wujiang, the general manager of the harem in the imperial city?"
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and exclaimed in his heart that Chen Anbang actually wanted to ask Qi Lin to assassinate him.
Chen Anbang nodded:
"I wonder what reward Gang Leader Qi wants?"
Your life... Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers and said with a smile:
"Fifty horses of sweat and blood."
"Impossible. Fifty horses are just a little Zhao Wujiang. Let alone fifty horses, even five horses. He is not worthy of it!" Chen Anbang was sullen, feeling that the gang leader Qi Lin was talking too much.
Zhao Wujiang snorted coldly in his heart, and said without changing his expression:
“Master Chen came to invite me to prove that I can’t get rid of Zhao Wujiang on my own.
And your being so eager also proves that he is becoming a growing threat to you. Am I right, Mr. Chen? "
Chen Anbang's thoughts were seen through, and he felt depressed and helpless, and fell into struggle.
"Master Chen, I believe you also know the difference between people in the market and people in the court.
If you want me to assassinate Zhao Wujiang, can the price be the same as that of ordinary people? "
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold and he continued calmly:
"Besides, as the Minister of War, you should know better than me how tightly guarded the harem is!
In this case, how difficult is it to assassinate a person? Do I need to elaborate more?
Only when you are alive can you spend money. If you die, everything will be in vain. Do you still think that a fifty-horse horse is expensive? "
Chen Anbang was silent, thinking constantly in his heart.
Zhao Wujiang must die, he knows it very well.
But the price of fifty sweat-blooded horses was extremely painful for him. His thoughts were racing in his mind, and it suddenly occurred to him that after killing Zhao Wujiang, he could ask the Tai Hospital to compensate for his losses.
Sun Yiku tricked me. He also has murderous intentions towards Zhao Wujiang. Let him compensate me when the time comes... Chen Anbang took a deep breath and nodded heavily:
"As Gang Leader Yi Qi said, I want to see Zhao Wujiang's head as soon as possible!"
Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly:
"Get the horses ready. I will send someone to inform Mr. Chen when the time comes. Just wait for the good news."
Chen Anbang's face was serious, and he cupped his hands and fists with a straight face:
"In that case, I'll take my leave first!"
Zhao Wujiang nodded and watched Chen Anbang push open the door and leave in a hurry. The smile on his face slowly faded away, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
