Half an hour later, Lin Lang, Lu Xiaofeng, and Zhu Ting all emerged from the secret chamber inside the mountain.
Lin Lang had not come alone this time. He had brought Zhu Ting, who had merely lagged behind for a while.
Although Zhu Ting had not built the secret chamber's final mechanism, he had still dealt with it easily.
Now Lin Lang knew the arrangement and operation of every mechanism. The First Green Robe Tower held no more secrets from him.
"You want to control the Green Robe Tower?" Lu Xiaofeng could not help asking.
Lin Lang looked at Lu Xiaofeng. "Thieves, assassins, prostitutes-these are among the oldest trades under heaven. They will never disappear."
"Since I can't wipe this trade out completely, I still have to regulate and restrain it. That isn't control. Don't go making things up."
Every assassin was, in fact, also skilled at gathering intelligence.
And controlling the Green Robe Tower would make many things much more convenient.
Anyone who wanted to curse or seek revenge would go after the Chief Leader of Green Robe Tower. What did that have to do with him, the Commander of the Jinyiwei or the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Holy Cult?
After thinking it over carefully, Lu Xiaofeng realized Lin Lang might actually manage it.
After all, Huo Xiu rarely appeared and did not even have anyone he trusted completely. Perhaps not a single person in the Green Robe Tower knew his true identity.
Even if someone did, Lin Lang's Disguise Technique, comparable to Sikong Zhaixing's, would easily fool them.
But surely Lin Lang could not split himself into multiple bodies. Who would he put in charge of the Green Robe Tower? Someone too weak could never keep those subordinates in line.
Seeing Lin Lang's brimming confidence, had