"Fat sheep, fat sheep!"
Grinning from ear to ear, Hu Xinzhu sidled up to the unlucky unconscious assassin. He studied the man's face closely. Hmm, not bad-looking at all—a fairly well-proportioned pretty boy. Though a little generic, he was still quite handsome. Tall and lean, with a slender, somewhat slight build. Clearly, a physique like that meant a high-agility fighting style.
His ten fingers wriggling like nimble snakes, Hu Xinzhu flawlessly displayed the body-searching techniques he had cultivated in the Blood Qin Empire. From hair to crotch, from armpits to toes, even every tooth and the hidden places beneath the tongue—he carefully inspected every nook and cranny. As the head of the Blood Qin Empire's secret agents, Hu Xinzhu had a singular expertise in this regard.
Small blades, tiny saw blades, ultra-fine steel wire capable of effortlessly slicing off a man's head, short daggers, several tiny throwing arrows, and a packet of long needles steeped in lethal poison. Most wonderfully, there was also a set of universal lockpicks. Hu Xinzhu carefully appraised the set, then could not help letting out a whistle.
This fellow definitely moonlighted as a thief—and not a weak one, either. This set of universal lockpicks was forged from special alloy: extremely light, yet exceptionally hard and wear-resistant. Furthermore, this set of thirty-six lockpicks was clearly of goblin design and made by dwarven craftsmen. An ordinary thief could never get hold of such professional tools.
Besides that, there were little pellets that emitted thick smoke, potions that released anesthetic gas, and even a packet of pungent medicinal powder that could throw tracking hounds off the scent. All of it showed that this fellow was a seasoned thief. Today's assassination might merely have been an occasional side job.
What delighted Hu Xinzhu even more was the excellent shortsword