Chapter 848: Chapter 555, Murder_3
Watching his anxious-looking brothers, Li Zhenhu smiled and said, “Go? Why go? From now on, we’ll enjoy the good life right here in this city, sipping the finest drinks and savoring the spiciest dishes.”
“Huh? Big brother, you found a way?”
During the day, it had been a harrowing experience for Li Zhenhu.
But now, he was sure that Fang Hao wouldn’t come for a while, and as long as he became the quartermaster, even if Fang Hao was the darling of Lyss City, he wouldn’t be able to touch him.
“Of course, this time, we’ve turned a misfortune into a blessing and found a new way forward. No need to leave anymore.”
“That’s great, big brother.”
“Yeah, I do have some attachments here.”
“You’re attached, to your little lover, huh.”
The atmosphere in the room instantly lightened, far from the oppressive mood from before.
Li Zhenhu waved his hand and said, “Everyone’s taken some knocks today. Take some money and go out and have some fun tonight. Make sure you all come back on time in the morning.”
“Got it, big brother.”
Everyone took their share of money, said their goodbyes, and headed out to find some fun.
Outside the door, only a few brothers remained to stand guard over the place.
Li Zhenhu returned to his room.
He took out a Nightstone and placed it on the bedside table.
Under the dim light of the stone, he stared blankly at the world channel.
He didn’t know if he was making the right move, but things had progressed to the point where he had no other choice.
Time ticked away, and the room was extraordinarily quiet.
In a hazy daze, Li Zhenhu thought he saw someone standing in front of the table.
Li Zhenhu was startled.
His body sprung up instantly, weapon in hand.
But looking closely, the spot where he’d thought he saw someone was empty again.
The room was filled only with darkness; no hint of a figure to be seen.
“Damn, that kid Fang Hao really has me on edge,” Li Zhenhu muttered, massaging his temples.
Just as he was about to lie down and rest some more…
A woman’s voice rang out, “So, you must be Li Zhenhu then?”
Before he could speak, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
He didn’t dare to move and instead asked, “Who are you?”
“I’m here to kill you.”
The sound of flesh being pierced reverberated as a sharp blade thrust through his jaw and into his brain.
Li Zhenhu’s body began convulsing violently, blood flowing from all orifices.
Eventually, his body went limp and he fell to the ground, lifeless.
Li Zhenhu never thought that despite all his planning and contingencies,
it would be so easy for Fang Hao to kill him.
“What’s that noise, big brother?”
The door was burst open, and two brothers who had been standing outside rushed in upon hearing the commotion.
Little You’s form melted away into the dark night like ink.
The next second, she appeared behind the two brothers.
Two daggers pierced through their necks.
The men slowly collapsed.
Little You dragged the two into the room and closed the door again.
After rifling through the room and finding nothing of value, she took their packed belongings.
Then she left, disappearing into the night.
The next morning, early.
Fang Hao awoke and glanced at the Book of Lords, still no message from Lan Yang.
It seemed that Little You hadn’t returned yet.
But he wasn’t worried; by now, Little You was a purple hero, and with her ability to appear and disappear at will, even if the assassination failed, there would be no risk to her life.
The bigger possibility was that no one would have even noticed her presence.
After washing up and dressing with the help of the maids,
he felt completely integrated into this world.
He accepted the maids’ assistance with his clothes quite naturally.
Descending the stairs,
he saw the Skeleton merchant Doujin, sitting calmly downstairs, waiting.
Fang Hao was slightly taken aback.
Ah, it seemed like the Undead always liked to sit somewhere and then start contemplating life,
passing the surplus of time.
“Good morning, Doujin.”
Doujin looked up at the sound, seeing Fang Hao come down the stairs.
He immediately stood up to greet him, “Good morning, Lord.”
“Mm, you needed to see me?”
“Yes, my Lord. An hour ago, Mr. Moru of the Trade Alliance sent a transmission request,” said Doujin.