"Haha, haha..."

On the busy street, a carriage suddenly slowed down and turned into a secluded path.

"Yes, it's here!"

"There is a fork in front of you, go to the left..."

The dim street lights shine on the black carriage, with scratches on the patent leather. This is a slightly old carriage with a yellow license plate hanging at the rear of the carriage. The first two letters are "CB", indicating that this is a "Hebron Company" taxi carriage.

"It's almost here, just go down here."

The carriage stopped in front of a large house, and a man in a dark travel cloak got out.

The houses here are very old, but the renovation is very well-designed, without any sense of oldness, but have a bit of quaint and elegant taste. However, the houses here are all tightly connected, leaving only a very narrow gap in the middle, and can only accommodate one person to squeeze through.

"Sir, I wish you a wonderful night!"

The taxi driver collected the fare, took off his hat and saluted the man in a cloak, and then drove away in a carriage. In Binglan City, a guy like who wore a pullover cloak in the middle of the night, running from the city to the suburbs, must have had a tryst with a lover, or came out to look for exciting dignitaries.

Wearing a pullover cloak is just afraid of being recognized by acquaintances. Those who have been a taxi driver for more than 20 years understand this situation.

The man in the cloak watched the carriage leave, and did not enter the big house in front of him, but turned into another road.

After turning around, I returned to the street, and then walked into a lively bar on the street.

"Get a glass of tequila."

The man in the cloak took off his head hood, folded his hands on the table, and deliberately or unintentionally rubbed the silver ring on his hand.

A four-leaf clover is engraved on the ring.

The waiter glanced at the ring intentionally or unintentionally, then approached the guest and whispered, "The tequila for tonight is sold out."

"Then let's have a cup of Guiren Lan."

"Sir, please come here!"

After confirming each other's identities, the waiter took the man to the private room on the third floor of the bar.

There was a long table in the private room, and a group of men sat together, with a very solemn expression.

"Not being followed?"

"No."

The man took off his cloak and hung it on the clothes rack at the door, revealing a noble dress.

"Are everyone here?"

"There are three more."

"Don't worry, let's start!"

The scene was quiet for a while, and then the male noble led by the long table said, "I invite you here today to discuss the assassination of the traitorous minister."

"The Fourth Prince has arranged a way out. Regardless of whether the assassination is successful or not, we and our families will be best placed."

"If you want to go to the East or the West."

After a silence, a middle-aged noble woman said, "That treacherous minister has been hiding in the palace for a while and he can't find any opportunity."

"Even if the target leaves the palace, we may not have a chance. Don't forget..." a male noble reminded, "He moved instantly."

Another silence, no

Not to mention, thinking about it just makes people feel desperate if you want to assassinate a target that can move instantly.

"The Fourth Prince has made a decision, it's time to show our loyalty!" A male noble cheered everyone up.

This group of people are the remaining royalist forces in Binglan City.

After the black warden's long-term cleaning, the royalists died and scattered, and there was nothing left.

Among the remaining parts, most of them felt that the Maran royal family had a desperate situation and chose to compromise.

The remaining part now has deep blood hatred. The family was murdered by Cuilis or Black Prison and decided to fight to the end.

The proposal to assassinate Chen Xing has been passed, it depends on how it is implemented.

"The treacherous ministers are lustful, we can use the beauty trick!" someone suggested, but they were quickly rejected.

"Even the Great Chu Emperor Chu Hanyu can't hook him up. How many women in the world can tempt him?"

"What do you think of Ouyang Tianhua?" Another person suggested, "I heard that the treacherous minister was from a low-level mercenary. How many mercenaries did not fight by listening to Ouyang Tianhua's singing?"

"I object!" a noble man stood up and said, "Even if Ouyang Tianhua is sexy, he will not be as sexy as Dabichi. Even if we buy Ouyang Tianhua's agency with a lot of money, Ouyang Tianhua herself may not cooperate. The ruthless actor is unrighteous in mounting paper. Maybe she will sell us back."

"The beauty trick doesn't work, change it."

"Liheng has looked for me and said he is willing to take on this assassination mission." An elderly noble man suddenly said.

"Leave hatred!" Everyone showed surprise, and then some showed solemn expressions, while others showed disdainful expressions.

Lihen, one of the top ten servants of the former Ice Blue City King.

After the death of Malan Twenty-second Emperor, the pledge of loyalty of the first ten servants of the king was also lifted with the death of the former king.

Some of them defected to the new leader Cuilis, while some left Binglan City.

Lihen is the only ten king servants who neither left nor surrendered to Cuilis.

He opened an underground killer company, specializing in assassination work, and the price was very high.

"How much does he offer?" the noble man in the head raised his head and asked.

The older nobleman stretched out a finger and said, "Ten million gold coins."

"He dares to ask for it too!" "Are you crazy about money?"

There was a lot of curses in the private room.

But after a while, someone whispered, "I think if Lihen takes action, maybe things can be done..."

"Although ten million is not a lot, it is still possible for everyone to get together." Some people gradually began to agree, after all, the reputation of the Lihen magic warrior is there.

The top ten servants of the king are not something that ordinary people can do.

"If you fail, separation and hatred are not virtuous and cannot be trusted."

"In the killer industry, the deposit of 10 million is at least five million. Maybe he will run away after taking the money."

"It makes sense..."

Just as the disabled party were hiding in a small bar in the suburbs, they were discussing how to assassinate the Prime Minister of Binglan City, the person involved leisurely came to the basement of the Black Prison.

"How is the situation?"

Chen Xing asked his chief interrogator of the black prison.

"Her will is very strong." A Qiaomu answered honestly, perhaps because he was afraid that Chen Xing would be unhappy, and hurriedly said, "Give me another week, I promise to make her obedient!"

"Very good." Chen Xing nodded and then signaled A Qiaomu to open the door.

The latter quickly pressed his palm on the password lock and opened the door of the interrogation room.

The interior is spacious and clean, and the ground is spotless, like a white mirror.

There was a "X"-shaped metal torture stand in the middle of the room, and a woman was locked on the shelf, with a faint purple light emitted on the chains.

The woman was wearing a leather tie, an eye mask on her head, and a mouth ball stuffed in her mouth. She was tied into a rice dumpling.

There were several metal carts next to them, and all kinds of exquisite torture instruments, syringes, medicines, needles, knives, and whips were neatly placed on them.

This poor woman is the second princess of Tianqin, Shumu Xianglan.

After the duel failed that day, she was sent back to Binglan City and imprisoned in the underground cell of the Black Prison, and was trained by A Qiaomu every day.

It has been a few weeks since the incident happened, and Chen Xing came to check the results.

Shumu Xianglan lowered her head, and a slight snoring sound came from her nose.

Seeing that the interrogation subject was actually sleeping, A Qiaomu was angry and anxious. He was afraid of Chen Xing's punishment, so he immediately picked up the whip and whipped it down hard.

"ah!"

Suddenly attacked in his sleep, Shumu Xianglan woke up in pain.

"Wake up, you sow!"

A Qiaomu pulled off her blindfold, "Your master is here to see you!"

A few seconds later, Shumu Xianglan adapted to the light and saw clearly that the person was Chen Xing. The beautiful big eyes immediately burned the flames of hatred.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Shumu Xianglan struggled desperately, as if she wanted to break free from the shackles and tear the enemy in front of her into pieces.

A blue light appeared in her eyes, and at the same time, the shackles on her body shone brightly, tightly bound her to the torture frame and could not move.

Chen Xing personally tried the power of "Glapnier". The more he struggled, the deeper the imprisonment.

Shumuxianglan did not give up because of the tightening of "Grepnier", and was like a female beast whose cub was taken away, struggling more and more intensely.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand, raised Shumu Xianglan's chin, and stared at the other party's eyes. There seemed to be a ball of fire inside, burning with hatred and madness.
To be continued...