Sledgehammer walked around in the same place a little anxiously. This kind of day had lasted for more than a month, and his bones were almost rusty.
"We can't wait long. Meng Tian has already left. Great changes are about to begin. The biggest change is about to happen. Without external pressure, civil strife will eventually begin."
"What?"
Master Ban was surprised, and others were also puzzled.
But Tang Xuanming just held the long sword at his waist, and the internal energy in his body circulated throughout his body over and over again, the Mohist's internal energy, and the Zongheng's breathing method.
The two internal forces reach the same destination by different routes, but they do not intersect with each other, roaring and washing through the meridians in the body.
"In the battle to seize the direct descendants, the huge war machine of the Qin State began to fight against each other. This is the source of the crisis, but it is also our opportunity."
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"The wolves from the north are invading, and the situation at the border is critical..."
Fusu clenched his fists. Zhang Han, the leader of the Secret Guard, was reporting confidential information to him.
"I already know all this. What I want to know is who in Haiyue Xiaozhu wants to kill me?"
Young Master Fusu looked calm, but Zhang Han did not dare to be careless. The man in front of him was likely to become the heir to the empire and the supreme emperor in the future. If he left a little friendship now, he would be destined to have endless help in the future.
"The assassin acted decisively and replaced the servants and chefs of Haiyue Xiaozhu a month in advance. Every move was flawless and left very few clues."
"That means there are still clues left?"
Fusu no matter how difficult it is for his subordinates to do things, all he needs is a result.
Zhang Han also knew it, but he wanted to let his superiors understand the difficulty of this operation. This would not buy him more investigation time, but it would allow his superiors to understand his capabilities.
"Yes, the smartest thing about the assassins is to replace the chefs and slaves a month in advance. They can use their faces to make seamless human skin masks, and even their actions can be done exactly the same."
"But there is one thing that these assassins cannot do."
Zhang Han's tone is neither urgent nor slow, but it is always exciting and makes people want to continue listening. This is also an art of speaking.
Fusu pondered for a moment and said, "What they can't do? Is it because of the chef's cooking skills?"
"Yes!"
Zhang Han did not take the opportunity to flatter him, and his expression remained indifferent, but this was enough to satisfy his boss. He continued to speak in calm words: "Assassins can imitate the slave's behavior exactly, but the chef's cooking skills are of no use to these assassins."
It’s too difficult for me.”
"Their killing skills are superb, and their cooking skills may not be bad, but there is absolutely no way they can make such famous dishes as shark's fin and bear paws. After all, there are specialties in the art, and we can't expect those murderous hands to be able to make dishes that make people forget to come back.
of delicious food.”
"But the shark's fin cooked with bear's paw was indeed served in front of me that day, and the taste was no different from what I had tasted before."
Fusu stared at Zhang Han in front of him, and his tone became stern: "Are you going to tell me that the assassin who is good at killing is also very skilled?"
"No!"
Facing Fusu's questioning, Zhang Han calmly faced it and said: "This is the flaw I want to talk about. I have carefully looked at the hands of the four assassins. Their hands are full of calluses, but they are not used for cutting vegetables.
It's used to hold swords, and they don't know how to cook at all."
"Then who cooked the meal that day?"
Fusu asked with interest.
"That's the crux of the matter."
Zhang Han said sternly: "There may be many people who are good at cooking, but there are not many people who can completely copy shark fin and cook bear paws and know their names. It just so happens that there is one in Sanghai."
"who is he?"
"There is an innkeeper who is the most famous chef in Qilu, Chef Ding."
"Oh, Chef Ding is very good at cutting oxen. I have seen it in the classics before. I never thought that there is still a descendant alive, and he is the key to the matter?"
Fusu's face darkened. No one who had wandered between life and death would be so talkative, even though the person attending the banquet was just his stand-in.
But the act of assassination has offended his majesty, and everyone must know that when an ordinary man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps, and when a prince is angry, millions of corpses will be laid down.
But now Fusu, the future heir to the empire, is angry.
"Yes!"
Zhang Han seemed not to feel Fusu's anger and remained as calm as water.
"Is this the only clue?"
"That's enough!"
Fusu raised his eyebrows, waiting for Zhang Han's next answer.
"According to the information we have received, Chef Ding is not only the most famous chef in Qilu, he is also responsible for the catering of Xiaoshengxian Village. Only Confucianists can control him."
"Oh, Confucians, they don't seem to have anything to do with assassins."
"Indeed, Confucianism has never been heard of being involved in assassination operations."
Zhang Han was slightly confused.
"Sir, I also have something to report."
Li Si, who had been silent next to him, suddenly spoke.
"Master Xiangguo, please speak!"
"According to the information obtained from the dragnet in my hands, the runner is not just the exclusive chef of Xiaoshengxian Manor, he also has another identity."
"What identity?"
"He is also from the Mo family."
"Mo Family!"
Fusu's tone was incomprehensible, and he couldn't hear much emotion.
"Have those imperial rebels fled to Songhai?"
"I'm afraid it's more than that!"
Li Si cupped his hands and said, "The quicksand has also arrived here."
"Quicksand! A group of killer assassins left behind in Korea?"
"Yes!"
Fusu's face became serious and he said: "You mean to say that this assassination was carried out by Liusha."
Li Si shook his head and said: "This is just a guess. There is currently no definite information to prove this."
"But what's interesting is that both Zhang Liang and Wei Zhuang are from South Korea. I heard that they were old acquaintances."
Fusu took a deep look at Li Si. The most powerful prime minister in the empire was also from the former South Korea.
But the face of the prime minister, who had been up and down in the imperial political arena for decades, did not change at all, as if he was dedicated to serving the public good.
"Zhang Han, what do you think?"
"I don't know about Pao Ding's other identity, but neither Mohism nor Confucianism are good at assassination, and judging from the assassins' techniques who appeared in Haiyue Xiaozhu today, they are all the most elite assassins."
"The only one with such strength in Songhai is Quicksand."
The Dragnet also has this ability, and the four previous assassins have been subdued and captured alive. It was the sudden appearance of the Six Swordsmen of the Dragnet that led to their death and escape...
Zhang Han went through this sentence in his mind without saying it out loud. He stared at the air in front of him without squinting, as if the air contained the truth of heaven and earth, and he seemed unable to see Li Si next to him.
The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere was solemn. After a long silence, Fusu said, "In that case, you all can go down."
"yes!"
Li Si cupped his hands and bowed before slowly turning around and leaving.
Zhang Han, on the other hand, left in a hurry, full of military style.
The room quickly became quiet, and only Fusu stood there quietly, muttering to himself: "Confucianism..."