The night is as dark as ink, and the evening breeze blows slowly.
The summer evening breeze carried a hint of warmth, but Kuidong was as silent as a cicada, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Which killer organization are you from?"
Tang Ming asked with a smile, Shura's flying sword hovered beside him and trembled, with murderous intent locked on Kuidong opposite him.
Kuidong didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only say truthfully: "Blood-clothed Building."
"Blood-clothed Building?"
Tang Ming murmured twice, and then said: "Who in the Tang family issued this mission against Tang Wenqing?"
"This...I'm not very clear."
Kuidong swallowed his throat and said truthfully: "I usually just carry out tasks. As for accepting tasks and releasing rewards, I don't care much."
"I only know it's the Tang family, but I don't know who it is specifically."
Tang Ming nodded, looked at this man and smiled lightly: "You seem to be afraid of me?"
Kuidong was speechless. A flying sword was right in front of him. How could he not be afraid?
He is a killer, not a dead soldier.
The killer's goal is to escape thousands of miles without hitting a single hit. Only by preserving one's life can one assassinate again.
He doesn't even have the thought of escaping now. He is running away in front of a swordsman who masters the magical power of swordsmanship, and he will die without a chance to survive.
Kuidong smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid it's not just me. If your identity is exposed, the entire Jinling City will be shaken."
Tang Ming smiled, waved his hand to recall Shura Feijian, and raised his eyes to look at the Bentley that was moving away.
Kuidong's eyes flashed slightly, and he almost ran away at that moment, but his professional acumen, which has always been on the line between life and death, forced him to control his body.
Tang Ming looked back at him and said with a smile, "Aren't you going to run?"
"I can't run away. If I run away, I will definitely die."
Kuidong stared at Tang Ming and said calmly: "You could have killed me instantly but you didn't. You even showed me your true face."
"It means you don't want to kill me yet."
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Do you want to know from me who wants to kill Tang Wenqing?"
Tang Ming shook his head: "No, I want you to surrender and do things for me from now on."
"I will plant a mark on your soul and soul and guarantee your absolute loyalty."
"Either surrender or die."
pick one of two.
Surrender or die.
Kuidong didn't even think about it and said directly: "Then I choose to surrender."
Tang Ming smiled and said: "You are so decisive, you don't even think about it?"
"How can you think about this? Who would want to die if they could live?"
Kuidong rolled his eyes and then said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Tang Ming smiled and said nothing, but pointed out, and the power of the soul filled the air, directly leaving his own imprint on the opponent's soul.
If Kuidong rebels, even though he is thousands of miles away, he will be destroyed physically and mentally.
"You go back and help me collect information in the Bloody Clothes Building, and pay attention to the information in the black market."
Tang Ming raised his head and asked: "By the way, with your strength, you should have a high status in the Blood Clothes Tower, right?"
"That's right."
Kuidong nodded: "There are three ace killers in the Blood Clothes Building. I am ranked second, with a cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, and above me there is a killer who is at the peak of foundation building."
"The Bloody Clothes Building was established a long time ago, dating back more than two hundred years. It is said that it was a branch of the Hong Gang, the largest gang in the world during the Ming and Qing Dynasties."
Tang Ming nodded slightly: "In this way, I will arrange a few people in the next few days. You can recruit them into the Blood Clothes Building so that they can take care of each other and transmit information more secretly."
"good."
Kuidong was calm. Now that his life was in someone's hands, he naturally had to be obedient.
Tang Ming took out some things from the storage ring and threw it over.
"These are training materials for you."
"in addition."
"I just broke your magic weapon. Here is a blood spirit dagger, a top-quality magic weapon. It can be considered as compensation for you."
Karma! Kuidong's eyes widened.
He was a little confused looking at the materials in his hand. Spiritual stones, spiritual elixirs, and top-quality magic weapons were all the cultivation materials that practitioners dreamed of.
Just gave it to him so casually?
"Mr. Tang, are you sure these things are for me?"
Kuidong couldn't believe it. After all, he had just surrendered and had no merit at all.
"Take it, I don't lack these things."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and said: "As long as you help me properly from now on, there will be many benefits, but I don't like betrayal either. Anyone who betrays will be punished."
Kuidong's heart trembled, and he quickly bowed and clasped his fists: "I understand."
Tang Ming waved his hand: "Go ahead and pay more attention to the black market. If the Tang family continues to hire killers, tell me in advance."
Kuidong nodded in agreement, and then disappeared into the night.
In the night.
Tang Ming's eyes sparkled. After he noticed that the killer was following Tang Wenqing from the cafe, he followed closely and controlled the intelligence personnel who were following him. He originally wanted to interrogate the blood-clothed building plan, but the person was lucky and bit him into pieces.
The poison in the teeth committed suicide.
In the end, it was Tang Ming who used the secret soul-searching technique and spent a lot of effort to find this place and stopped the assassination plan of Xueyilou in time.
That's why he conquered Kuidong.
There is such a killer lurking in the black market. Next time you encounter something similar, you can get information in advance.
"Tang Anshun, you even want to assassinate your own sister, are you still a human being?"
"Wait."
"I will let you experience what true despair is."
Tang Ming raised his eyes, his dark eyes shone with a strange light, as cold and cold as the pupils of the abyss.
The direction he was looking at was clearly the location of the Tang family in Jinling.
……at the same time.
A beautiful woman wearing a professional skirt was driving a Bentley alone to a small town on the outskirts of Jinling City.
The woman has pruned eyes, eyebrows like mountains, and her hair is tied behind her head, giving her a graceful and charming temperament.
She is Tang Wenqing, the actual controlling shareholder of Shengtang Entertainment.
Tang Wenqing slowed down the car and drove slowly along a bumpy path. Finally, he stopped next to a wind and rain pavilion in front of him.
In the Fengyu Pavilion, there was also a dignified woman.
It is Yang Yutong from the Yang family.
These two people are both rare beauties in Jinling City, but at this time, they chose to meet in a remote mountain field far away from Jinling.
Tang Wenqing got off the car, walked into Fengyu Pavilion and said calmly: "Yang Yutong, we can't make appointments to meet here in the future."
Yang Yutong was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"
"On my way here, I seemed to hear the sound of a sniper rifle, but for some reason I was not shot even though the gunfire sounded."
Tang Wenqing frowned: "I was the only car on the road at that time."
When Yang Yutong heard this, a look of solemnity appeared on her beautiful face: "I was just going to remind you that there seems to be a killer targeting you in the black market."
Tang Wenqing raised an eyebrow and said coldly: "Blood-clothed Building?"
"should be."
Yang Yutong nodded slightly: "If it were an ordinary killer organization, our confidants would not have discovered it in advance. Only the Xueyilou's whereabouts are strange and difficult to figure out."
"Hmph, only Tang Anshun can do such a sinister thing."
Tang Wenqing's face was filled with coldness, she clenched her pink fist tightly, and her whole body was filled with an extremely cold feeling.