Tucking the gold note Alda handed him into his breast with great satisfaction, Yun Jun nodded to Alda. "The Longshan Family shall, from this moment on, become the Assassins Guild's most honored client. Naturally, all our terms must remain confidential. Not only for the Assassins Guild's reputation, but even more so for your own safety!"
Alda let out a huge yawn, tears and snot rolling down his face together. He looked at Yun Jun listlessly and muttered in a low voice, "Of course, of course. I certainly won't trumpet all over the world that I'm an honored guest of the Assassins Guild. I'm a nobleman, a distinguished nobleman. I... have never had any connection with assassins!"
Yun Jun merely smiled faintly and gently shook his head. He had already "seen through" "Count Turing's" true nature. This was a complete and utter scum, a thoroughbred nouveau riche—and once Yun Jun recovered all his strength, an important target whose family fortune he could find a way to seize outright.
From today's encounter, Yun Jun believed he had grasped everything about "Count Turing." He was convinced that his thousand years of experience would not mislead him. "Count Turing" was exactly this sort of flashy nouveau riche, and Yun Jun had ten thousand ways to deal with him easily.
Lin Qi smiled and bowed to Yun Jun, then pointed toward the door of the reception room.
"Lord Yun Jun, the Count is tired!"
Yun Jun rose to his feet and crooked a finger at the Weeping Clown standing in the corner. Satisfied, he stroked the spot over his chest where the gold note rested, squinting as he smiled. "I'm very curious, Mr. Bill. What line of work are you actually in out on the seas?"
Lin Qi pondered for a moment before saying in