Although Hundred Flowers Tower dared to accept all manner of assassination jobs, they still did not dare show themselves in public.
Because daring to do something and courting death were two different things.
"We're here. Up ahead is Hundred Flowers Tower's headquarters. See that tall tower? It's crawling with assassins inside. Go straight to the third floor later. You'll see a masked man sitting at a table drinking tea."
"That man is the one I suspect. Remember, a red mask. What happens next depends on your judgment. If he really is from Star River Cosmos, place an order on me."
"Once you draw him out, you and I will join forces and cut him down."
Murong Hanxuan lay prone atop a mound of earth, his expression grave as he stared unblinkingly at the black tower rising from the center of a natural basin ahead.
A sea of flowers surrounded the tower—a sea of blackish-purple blooms.
Figures came and went from time to time. It was not bustling, but it was far from deserted.
"Alright."
Ye Lin merely nodded in agreement, then openly and calmly headed toward the tall building. Behind him, Murong Hanxuan watched him go.
"Remember, the red mask."
A voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Ye Lin nodded inwardly.
In just a few steps, Ye Lin had approached Hundred Flowers Tower. As though recalling something, he casually took out a mask and put it on before entering the tower.
The moment he stepped inside Hundred Flowers Tower, he saw a hall before him. All sorts of beings wandered about within it, making it look like a marketplace.
"Strange. Hundred Flowers Tower is supposed to be an assassination organization. Why does it feel like a marketplace?"
Ye Lin dusted off his clothes and grumbled to himself, but he did