Chapter: 429

�It�s hard to see your face because you�ve been working so diligently. Anyway, it�s amazing. You�re deepening the rift between the Emei sect and Qingcheng sect. Thanks to that, we�re the only ones playing.�

Daoshi Goh slumped down on the seat next to Heo Ranju. Heo Ranju�s eyebrows twitched as if she didn�t like it, but she didn�t say anything.

Daoshi Goh looked at Pyo-wol with a smirk on his face.

�Ranju is also desperately looking for you, so why not just join hands with us?

�You said you received a request from the Emei sect? Can you withdraw it so easily?�

�What else can we not do? We can lie to them saying that we killed you properly and then fix it later. By the time the Emei sect finds out about it, we will already have a firm place in Sichuan Province.�

�Is it okay to betray a client like that? If you�re a mercenary, isn�t trust the most important thing?�

�Heh heh! Who in today�s world would keep such a banal thing? As you know, the most important thing in the world is money. Only the value of money will not change.�

Daoshi Goh pretended to touch the money with his finger. It was quite a snobbish figure, but he had great talent for him to not look hateful.

�If you come in, I can become a vice-captain in no time. We need someone like you.�

�I still refuse your offer.�

�So quickly? Why?�

�Money is the most important thing for a mercenary, but trust is the most important thing for assassins.�

�Trust? That�s old-fashioned. To turn down our offer for just that reason. I don�t understand.�

�I don�t think you�ll ever understand. The only thing I want is that you don�t interfere with my request.�

�A request? What kind of request? Do you mean you�re commissioned by someone else to do this?�

Daoshi Gohs voice rose to a high level. If Pyo-wol really did this at someone�s request, it meant that that person had quite a background.

Heo Ranju asked.

�Who is the client?�

Pyo-wol didn�t answer.

At this moment, it was as if he could hear the voice of Lee Min as she was dying.

-I want them to feel the same way I do. This miserable feeling of being trampled by an irresistible force.

Although Lee Min was just saying her last words before her death, Pyo-wol recognized her words as a request. Even though he didn�t get a single penny in return.

It had already been seven years.

It was the only thing he remembered.

Even if he quit now, there was no one to say anything to.

Even so, Pyo-wol had no intention of not fulfilling Lee Min�s request.

He was an assassin.

He might have been born as an ordinary person, but was raised as an assassin.

It was impossible to change the perception already deeply embedded in the crest. It was because it�s already related to the identity of Pyo-wol. JrNovels.com