An Shuai suddenly grew interested. "Go on, then. How do we outwit them?"
"Have you heard of the Broken Army Gate?" Chang Xian asked.
An Shuai nodded. "Yes. They're a rather abnormal sect. Supposedly, they specialize in taking assassination jobs. As long as you pay, they'll do anything."
Chang Xian snapped his fingers. "Exactly. With enough money, they'll do anything-not just murder, but all sorts of underhanded work that can't bear the light of day."
"And the good thing is, the Broken Army Gate usually operates in pairs. If their people die, they consider the mission a failure and refund the money. They generally don't seek revenge unless the other party specifically set out to kill their disciples."
"That way, even if the mission fails, we can think of something else. The Broken Army Gate won't march into Azure City en masse to throw their lives away."
"We can keep using the Broken Army Gate against them!"
An Shuai had just been given a harsh dressing-down by his father inside, and he was feeling thoroughly miserable.
At least this counted as good news.
He smiled faintly. "All right, senior brother. That's you for you! The brains of our Clear Sword Sect."
"How about this? Tell me what to do, senior brother. Don't worry about the money. I've got plenty!"
Chang Xian put a hand on his shoulder. "That's what I've been waiting to hear. Come on, let's find somewhere to sit and work out the details!"
"Let's go, let's go!" An Shuai said at once. "I'll treat you to drinks, senior brother!"
In Azure City, after Zhao Zhu completed the various handover procedures at the Lin Family, he wanted to see Lin Weitian, but Lin Ran refused.
Left with no choice, he went back to report to Xu Tong first.