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Mu Yuejuan held the contract, her wrist trembling without stop.

To tell the truth, she really did not want to sign this contract.

She had come to the Dark Star Bureau to retrieve her most important painting, yet the painting was to belong to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng also wanted her to do something, but the contract had not even made clear what it was.

"Seventh Master, at least give me a hint. What do you want me to do?"

Li Banfeng said, "It concerns confidential matters. I can't tell you yet."

A-Yu smiled when she heard this. "This kid has a head on his shoulders. He has to be careful around a slut like Mu Yuejuan."

Mu Yuejuan said pitifully, "You haven't written down what you want me to do. If I sign this, then I'll be at your beck and call through mountains of knives and seas of fire. This is just too—"

"Heh heh!" Li Banfeng laughed.

Mu Yuejuan could not see Li Qi's expression. She only heard Li Qi's chilly laughter, and just those two laughs made her shudder.

"Seventh Master, I don't mean anything else. I was only asking what you had in mind. I'm afraid I won't do the work well enough and you won't be satisfied." Mu Yuejuan had only one right hand left, but her fingers were truly nimble. She pinched the contract between her little finger and ring finger, dipped her thumb in blood from her wound, and pressed down her fingerprint.

Li Banfeng put away the contract and led Mu Yuejuan back along the way they had come. When they passed the pond, Mu Yuejuan fished up her left hand, painted two black snakes, and had them coil her arm onto the severed stump.

Not long ago, Mu Yuejuan had