Mr. Ji said: "...if I'm not wrong, the flying fox mask is already the heaviest reward that Mr. Lang can give."
Mr. Happy Man simply couldn't stand Mr. Ji's calm demeanor when talking about orders. He trembled several times and wanted to take action, but when he thought of the fragile situation of Happy Hall, he suppressed his anger.
Mr. Ji said: "It's not difficult to take the life of the demon hunter. It just depends on whether you want it or not. If you ask me, being a bare king is very boring. Why don't you move Happy Hall to my name?
The killers you trained plus my sorcery, in time I believe that other killer organizations in the world will no longer need to exist. Of course...I am used to living the life of idle clouds and wild cranes. I will not interfere with those complicated little things, not the big ones.
I'll make the decision, you can still make up your mind on the rest. Tsk, I can't think of a better way than this..."
Hearing these words, Mr. Happy Man's legs became weak. Did Mr. Ji come up with these careful thoughts in an instant? Or is it that Mr. Ji has been secretly coveting Happy Hall for a long time? If it is the latter, then
This game of chess he played was too big.
Mr. Ji is extremely scary... Such a scary person, I believe no one would want to be his enemy.
"If you haven't thought about it yet, just go back and think about it again. I'm not in a hurry. I'll be waiting for you here at this time tomorrow. If you have figured it out, come and see me. If you don't want to, that's it. Just treat it like it is.
Shadows and shadows come and go." After saying this, Mr. Ji walked away laughing.
The happy man took off his mask, revealing his pale face covered in sweat. He weighed this meaningful flying fox mask in his hands and felt it was extremely heavy.
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The next day, it was cloudy and about to rain.
The grass is long and the wind is high, and the deep grass is blown this way and that.
Although the ruined temple is dilapidated, it can at least provide shelter from the wind and rain. Mr. Ji, with his back to the door, was half sitting on the futon, looking up at the dusty Buddha statue that was about to fall over.
He took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, uncorked it, took a sip, and poured it on the counter with his backhand, leaving a trace of agarwood on the wine table.
"It's pitiful to see you all alone here. Come, let me have a drink with you." Mr. Ji said to the Buddha statue. There was no respect at all in his words, on the contrary, it was mostly pity.
There was a strong wind outside and a heavy rain was coming.
Heavy rain mixed with thunder and lightning, dark clouds, and the sky was very low...
Mr. Ji took two sips of wine, threw the bottle away, laughed to himself and said, "Hey, he's still here."
He didn't even look back, but he knew that there was a man in black feathers in the distance walking over step by step despite the wind and rain.
"Pap, tap..." Happy Langjun walked into the ruined temple. He was dripping with water. He said nothing and breathed very lightly. His years of assassination career had made him secretive.
Mr. Ji stared at the Buddha statue, but he said: "How? But you have thought about it?"
He heard something fall to the ground...
Mr. Ji stood up and slowly turned around. He saw Happy Lang Jun kneeling on the ground, holding the flying fox mask in his hands and presenting it in front of Mr. Ji.
There was something bloody and bloody on the mask, a small piece of human skin with the totem of a flying fox tattooed on it. That piece of skin was taken off by Happy Langjun from his own neck.
Mr. Ji's eyes narrowed into slits, and his tone was filled with joy and appreciation: "You are really a smart man, Mr. Lang."