Jiang Wang helplessly put away the Storage Box. He recalled that the first time he had met King Chujiang, he had suffered a massive loss as well—he had hired Hell's Gate to deal with Hai Zongming, but before Hell's Gate could make a move, he had already taken Hai Zongming out himself.
King Chujiang had merely made the trip and pocketed fifty Ten-Thousand Origin Stones. Though, looking back now, that had only been a deposit of half an Origin Stone, to Jiang Wang at the time, it had emptied his purse completely.
Now that Hell's Gate had swelled in strength and begun to build its reputation, its prices had risen even faster.
He was already a marquis of a hegemonic state, yet Hell's Gate could still empty his purse. Throwing out these thirteen Origin Stones only covered a fraction of the appearance fee.
"Oh, right. Where's King Chujiang?" Jiang Wang thought of it and asked in passing.
Naturally, Yin Guan would not tell him that King Chujiang had taken Yu Liangfu's head to Chu Kingdom to claim the bounty. He merely said coldly, "Don't ask about a colleague's private life. That's the survival rule of our trade."
"Don't say our trade." Jiang Wang shot him a sidelong look. "I am a dignified marquis of Great Qi. How could I be in the same line of work as an assassin? That King Biancheng mask is nothing more than a mask to me. I only kill those I wish to kill."
Yin Guan had taken the money and recorded the debt, so he could not be bothered to argue with him. He only said, "Whatever you say... see you around!"
Turning into a streak of emerald light, he vanished from the carriage, coming and going with crisp decisiveness.
Jiang Wang clicked his