She obediently gave Ming Chuan a slight bow and called, "Master." Then she made an inviting gesture toward the clan's lobbyist. Wearing a professional smile, she said, "Your Honor, please."
"Mm."
The clan's lobbyist was very dissatisfied that Ming Chuan had not personally seen him off, but then his thoughts changed, and he came up with the idea that Ming Chuan was trying to avoid suspicion.
Then... the clan's lobbyist became happy again...
Seeing the humble expression on Mingchuan's face, he immediately did not know what to say. Should it be said that fools had fool's luck?
This fellow had not received a substantive answer, yet he relied on his own imagination to fill in the blanks and then earned ten million yuan. After returning, he would not be killed in the clan's name, right?
Humble Mingchuan secretly guessed to himself. He was not worried about that fellow; he was simply afraid. After that fellow was killed in the clan's name, it would not be so easy to make money next time.
As for whether that fellow would tell the Feudal Lord his thoughts after returning, Humble was not afraid, nor was Ming Chuan. He had already thought of a countermeasure.
After collecting ten million yuan in withdrawal cards, the moody yet obedient Ming Chuan whistled as he headed toward a massive training room he had built.
Because the training room was a place where ninjas used taijutsu or weapons to fight and compete against one another, it had been built very large—roughly five hundred meters long and five hundred meters wide—and the floor was laid with exquisite wooden planks.
At this moment, more than a dozen ninjas were kneeling along one side of the training room, while two ninjas fought in the middle.
The unceasing shouts and the occasional