Chu Yi had confidence in him and said that he would try to give him as much room as possible to operate.
No killer grows up protected.
If they are discovered and killed instead, this is their fate.
I don't know if I have confidence in this child or if I really don't care.
In short, there is no need for them to get involved in things that they didn't pay much attention to in the first year of junior high school.
After leaving the city, Mai Fan got on his horse.
Don't think this is a world of rivers and lakes.
But in a big city like Yunque City, Jianghu people also need to abide by some rules.
The rules of the city lord of Yunque City are that Jianghu people are not allowed to ride horses in the inner city.
The rider got down obediently and pulled the horse away.
If it is a carriage, it must be controlled by the driver.
No speed can be exceeded.
Riding a horse to hurt someone is absolutely not allowed in Yunque City.
But after leaving the city, this rule no longer exists.
The sky is high and the sky is high, and the weather is just right.
Mai Fan, who got on his horse, was of course galloping first and headed straight for the goal.
Mai Fan rode to the outskirts of the market in a short while.
This horse is not usually obedient.
Firstly, Mai Fan's Qi and blood were strong, and secondly, his riding skills were superb, allowing this man to reach his destination smoothly without much running-in.
Come to this farm.
From the outside, it looks ordinary, with few people scattered on the road, and farmland as far as the eye can see.
There is only one path leading to a village not far away.
There is a large gray courtyard in Zhuangzi, which is quite large.
Looking from Mai Fan's side, you can see the gray tiles connected together, which is very spectacular.
The place has arrived.
He probably hasn't come back yet.
Mai Fan looked around.
The horse was tied up in a small forest on the roadside with a long rein, and he was asked to get a bite of grass by himself first.
And he got up and lay in the grass on the side of the road.
The grass, which was as high as half his body, immediately engulfed him.
I don’t know how long it took, but a little noise came from this road.
A group of people, carriages and horses, servants, and a gentleman riding a tall horse passed by this road.
On the map in the diary, the big red dot is in the middle.
Mai Fan didn't even need to identify it, the target was already clearly laid out.
Mai Fan didn't hesitate either.
He already stood up with his body hunched over.
The movement under his feet was very smooth, and the scimitar in his hand was already set up.
Strong body shape and full strength.
I saw a black shadow, swishing through the grass.
He jumped up, leaped, and flashed in front of the target's eyes. Then, with a swish, he landed in the grass on the other side of the path.
Seen from the eyes of the servants on the road.
Like a frightened wild cat escaping from the road.
As soon as he flashed before everyone's eyes, he jumped into another clump of grass and ran away.
But when they calmed down their panic, as soon as they turned their heads, the entire team screamed.
Their leader, an extremely powerful warrior, was holding his neck, huffing and puffing.
Streams of blood flowed down his neck.
Probably because of the excessive blood loss, the owner of the car got off the horse with a bang.
The wound that had lost its strength began to bleed, and blood flowed out as if it was free of charge.
Because there was too much blood, no one noticed how precise and effective the wound was.
Only the tendon of the main artery in the neck was cut open instantly.
It’s hard to save a fairy.
This big thief probably lived a comfortable life for too long.
There were no knowledgeable people around to protect him, and the people around him were all ordinary farmers.
When I saw the blood, I panicked at first and didn't know what to do with it.
The servants were in a mess, looking for people and carrying people.
Mai Fan had already jumped into the woods, led his horse into the woods, and rode away through another road.
But after more than half an hour, he returned to Yunque City.
His face is not red, he is not out of breath, and there is not a trace of ashes on his body.
There was an extra jade tablet in his hand, which he took out from the thief's waist.
Whether it is as a voucher or as evidence of the final payment.
Anyway, this is the commemoration of his first kill.
I'm afraid no one will hide the news of this man's death.
After Mai Fan came back to hand in the assignment and strolled around the city, the people from the Yunque City Yamen slowly took the report and rushed to the outskirts of the city.
He, a killer, cannot interfere with what happens next.
Mai Fan had no intention of caring about what the subsequent reaction would be.
He tied the horse at the organization's gate.
According to the entry process that the old man told him after entering the door, he still walked through the alley next to him.
Knock on the door he came out of, that is, the door on the wall, and use a special code to knock the wall open.
There is no human control over the institutions here.
A door that could only accommodate half a person opened.
Mai Fan entered through the narrow door.
It took a full second.
Then it suddenly dawned on me.
This is opposite the small alley where he left after accepting the mission.
At this time, he was alone, and he only needed to carry the half piece of paper back to the original place.
Mai Fan walked around from the back to the front hall.
The people in front have changed, but they are still unfamiliar faces, and no one cares about a half-year-old child.
I saw Mai Fan walking up to the T-shaped counter and gently tapping the table.
The person in charge of organizing the business over there came over from the other side of the counter.
He took the paper, looked at its appearance, and then very skillfully matched it with a certain page in the diary he had excerpted.
After connecting it, he tore off his page and placed it behind the counter in the T-shaped grid that symbolized the task.
After that, people who came over to collect statistics took them away.
Whether it is to give an account to the employer or to give statistics to the Presbyterian Church behind the destruction of this organization.
The people in front of them don't need to take care of the rest of this.
As for Mai Fan.
The other party made an invitation gesture, and while passing his hand towards Mai Fan, a small stick was also thrust into Mai Fan's hand.
This time, the direction he pointed was not to the left at the beginning.
He was asked to get information about his employer's targets.
But this time, they were going in the opposite direction, asking Mai Fan to collect the rest of his reward with a lot.
By this time, Mai Fan had completed the entire mission.
The remaining fifty taels are tied to this stick.
Probably he left too quickly and returned too quickly.
There are always people who have nothing to do and have some impression of him.
There are very few people like this who come to a place like this without pretending.
Except for the people in this organization who have been trained by themselves, few people do this.
After all, this place also accepts orders from killers and assassins.
They are willing to place orders, and as long as they pay a certain amount of remuneration, they can also take orders here.
Those lone rangers will more or less put on a disguise and come back here.
