He had spent a long time keeping watch at the Imperial Palace and had rescued ten young eunuchs and palace maids—seven boys and three girls.
He had then taught all ten the original Evil-Warding Sword Art.
After five or six years of arduous training, their ghostlike speed had enabled every one of them to hold their own against Peak Martial Artists.
In other words, those ten were his hidden trump cards.
By now, each held a position of great authority and commanded an intelligence organization under him. They were the true Controllers of the Fortune Pavilion, second only to him.
Even Ning Zhongze knew nothing of this. It was not that he distrusted her; with something like this, every person who remained unaware meant another layer of secrecy.
Now, to warn Feng Buping and the others, he had revealed one of them.
He was already aware of what Feng Buping had told him. The situation in Fujian had been reported long ago.
He had merely used Feng Buping's words as a pretext.
Even if Feng Buping had not brought it up, he would have found another pretext.
After Feng Buping left, the man appeared beside Gu Hui once more.
"My lord, shall I take action?" Seeing the flash of murderous intent in the man's eyes, Gu Hui chuckled.
"Ha! Lin Ke, you Killing Star. There's more to life than fighting and killing.
"I've told you, as long as you finish the tasks I assign and don't commit evil, you're free to do whatever you like with the rest of your time.
"Although your bodies... none of that was your fault. What's done is done. We're all human, not immortals or gods.
"So live comfortably and happily, and make sure you leave no regrets in this life.
"If Liu Xu, Zheng