The situation in the hall instantly grew tense.
The assassins who had been grinning as they called out numbers just moments ago all turned incomparably grave.
"You dare!" White Wolf shouted, fierce in appearance but weak at heart.
Yet his gaze darted left and right, up and down, and he still could not find the one who had answered.
Who was speaking?
Where was that "Jinren"? Did he truly have the ability—and the nerve—to kill the twenty-odd assassins who had just called out numbers? White Wolf retreated behind his own brothers. With their backs like a solid wall behind him, before one cry had faded, another rose: "This is Three Incense Sticks headquarters!"
"I don't care who you are, but here, dragons must coil for me and tigers must crouch for me."
"If you dare kill anyone here and break the rules, Three Incense Sticks has countless ways to torture you, Xu Gusheng, to death!"
At that, the taut heartstrings of the assassins who had called out numbers eased slightly.
Three Incense Sticks did indeed have its own rules.
Once outside headquarters, everyone was free to assassinate one another. After all, some assassins' heads were also listed on bounty notices, and were worth quite a bit.
But if one made a move in the hall, even assassins with Gold Hunter Orders had to weigh whether they were qualified enough—and whether they could withstand Three Incense Sticks' wrath afterward.
Received scrutiny. Passive Value +264. Received fear. Passive Value +34. ...
Everyone stared at the sickly young master, yet not even the Taixu experts could locate Jinren.
Clap.
The paper fan suddenly snapped shut.
Everyone's hearts jolted.
Then they saw the frost and snow melt from the sickly young master's face, leaving him gentle and amiable. "It was only a