It's really cunning.
Mai Fan drank the haggis soup in his hand in a few mouthfuls.
When no one was paying attention, I followed him.
This man didn't walk very fast, looking like someone returning home at night.
He walked around seven or eight times until he arrived at the civilian area of Yunque City.
I don’t know how he, an outsider, could recognize him so clearly.
He probably did a lot of things in this city these days.
Mai Fan lamented that if this person used his thoughts elsewhere, he would probably be a rare person.
But if he does this now, it will definitely bring him bad luck.
As for the employer, he will die.
It shows how much I hate him.
Based on this request, Mai Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense to him.
After confirming that there was indeed no one around, he lightly jumped down from the eaves and pierced the person's throat with a dart.
Plop, the man fell to the ground motionless.
Mai Fan approached quietly, but the corners of his mouth curled up.
This is really a surprise. If it weren't for the big red dot on the diary that didn't disappear...
Someone as cautious as him might have been deceived.
This person has the ability to fake his own death, that's why.
Mai Fan stopped, swished, took out a handful of darts from his arms, divided them into eight directions, and threw them out together.
I saw the man who had been hit by the dart, trembling a few times, and finally made no sound.
Mai Fan looked at the diary again. The red light slowly disappeared and eventually turned into gray.
Come on, this is real death.
Mai Fan nodded, walked up to the man, and took back all his weapons.
He took out a huge bag from his arms, pointed it at the corpse, and swung it directly onto his back.
Some of his personal identification had already been taken off by Mai Fan.
Leave the rest to the city government office to deal with the headache.
Oh, by the way, also write Mie’s badge symbol.
To prove that this is the masterpiece of their organization.
Mai Fan's mind was spinning very fast and he was running very fast on his feet.
Wait until he completes these steps.
The first light of dawn has not yet appeared in the sky.
At this time, he had been busy all night, and with the continuous rush, he was already exhausted.
Now I just want to go home and take a nap, and I won’t talk about anything until tomorrow.
After Mai Fan returned to the hut, he was very satisfied with the situation here.
It seemed that the old man who came to visit him really listened to his request.
On the fence outside this small room, my horse has already entered the shed.
Every household in this row of small concierges is still sleeping quietly.
His room looked like someone had cleaned it.
The beds are brand new and the floors are clean.
Even clean water was collected in a large water tank under the eaves.
There is no telling whether he will come back or not.
But someone takes care of the place where he lives, so he doesn't have to clean up after he comes back, which is very considerate.
Mai Fan lay down satisfied, the quilt smelled like it had been sunburned.
He entered the dream with great satisfaction.
This sleep was really a long time.
What Mai Fan didn't know was that the market outside was starting to become lively.
When the early shops were opening one after another, the city government office was also in full swing.
First, Menzi Lao Zhang found a sack blocking the main door of the Yamen.
Who dares to be so bold and put this thing here?
You should know that the guards at the gate outside are still patrolling.
Why can something like this appear in front of this door?
Which company delivers supplies to the government office? Did you put the goods here without knowing the depth?
Lao Zhang gave the sack a tentative kick.
Oh, Wucao, why does the thing here look so much like a person?
A trace of blood smeared out from the sack.
"Ahhh!"
Lao Zhang, who was just an ordinary person, screamed and directly attracted the guards from the government office.
The person on duty is a good man, Pu Tou Xing Liu.
As soon as he saw the appearance of the sack, he knew that there was definitely no good stuff inside.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xing Liu untied the sack...
Gululu, a big man, emerged from it.
Originally, everyone looked angry.
What a brave man, he openly provoked the Yamen.
Not only did he commit murder but also dumped his body at the gate of the outer courtyard of the Yamen.
Are you trying to see someone's joke?
But after the executioner six arrested the man and dragged him out of the sack...
The expressions on their faces changed from the initial anger to inexplicable ecstasy.
"The flower-picking thief wasp waist! Damn it! Is it him?"
"It's him, it's definitely him. Look at his appearance and the wound on his waist."
"There is a bee in that position, it is indeed him!"
"Good guy, this is some righteous man who did good deeds without leaving his name and killed this guy!"
"It can be regarded as eliminating a major worry for us!"
To be honest, this group of people hate wasp waists no less than those women from good families.
This flower-picking thief often made these people lose face.
Although Feng Yao has never been to Yunque City before.
However, he traveled to too many state capitals to commit crimes, causing many colleagues to lose face.
There were too many cases committed, and many innocent people were harmed.
The most annoying thing is that you can never catch it and have no clue.
This made their reputation very bad.
His Majesty the Emperor sometimes mentioned this matter to his colleagues in the six sects in the court.
Now, this hateful guy has finally been caught.
It's better to die, and it's easier.
No girl will be ruined because of him in the future, and death is the most complete punishment for him.
After all, according to the current Dayan laws and regulations, the crime committed by this wasp waist did not even lead to the death penalty.
They looked at the sign…
The next step is to destroy this killer business.
Killing this scumbag directly for your employer would save everyone the trouble.
Very good.
All of a sudden, the policemen in Fucheng, the policemen in the yamen, and the policemen from the six gates who came after receiving the news were full of good impressions of destroying this organization.
What a decent organization this is.
Don't look at the imperial court's reluctance to allocate regular business quotas to these killer organizations.
That's just to restrain their irregular behavior.
And once there are regular quotas, not just anyone can be a killer.
With the constraints of these large organizations, those wild people no longer dare to blatantly kill people and buy goods.
Those who do not follow the rules will naturally be dealt with by colleagues in the killer world.
This indirectly helped the court manage the chaos.
In fact, it is of great benefit to the overall public security.
But even so, the six gates and the officials' servants didn't like them.
Without him, killing people at will is still paid to kill people.
In fact, where are the laws of the country placed?
But this is a world of martial arts.
