Sha Zizai and the other two's appearance was explosive not only in the assassin world, but across the entire modern Cultivation Circle.
They were practically challenging the entire Xin Dong Street Merchant Association with the strength of just three people. Even if the Nine Heroes saw this, they would probably have to give a thumbs-up and praise them: "You've got guts!"
The elders present were all dumbfounded, thinking these three guys were far too bold! They had come straight to the door to kill someone? No matter how poorly Xin Dong Street was doing, it could not possibly allow such rats to run wild.
Amid the chaos, no one except the nearby Yu Ye noticed the faint upturn at Ji Qinglin's lips: everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.
Before those assassins contacted him, Ji Qinglin had been quite worried about this elders' assembly.
No matter which choice he made, this elders' assembly would not have a particularly good outcome.
Anyone with eyes could see that the elders of the Xin Dong Street branch wanted to seize power. They were all people from the Merchant Association itself; if this was not handled properly, disaster would rise from within its own walls, and the Merchant Association could even face the danger of splitting apart.
The one Ji Qinglin cared about most was Bai Qiucheng, nicknamed "Flying Snow Drifting Red." This man was a true grandmaster. Other than President Lei Qiong, he basically held no one else in his eyes.
Ji Qinglin did not think he had no chance of winning. He simply truly disliked fighting battles without preparation.
If he won, it would still consume the Merchant Association's strength; if he lost, headquarters' prestige would plummet.
But if he wanted to help little Qiu Yun establish her authority, words alone