Late that night, the three of them slipped quietly into Jianye City and slowly approached their intended ambush point, a commercial district less than a thousand feet from the Six-Eared Hall. The buildings here were relatively tall, well suited to keeping the area in view.
Lying on a rooftop, Hou Niao went over everything that had happened once more. What appeared to be a simple assassination had become shrouded in mystery.
If he had no brains and was nothing more than a killer, the plan could be said to be proceeding very smoothly.
Accurate intelligence, a definite time, a definite route. All he needed to do was strike from the air and leave success or failure to Heaven.
But if he did have brains, the intelligence he had received now left him thoroughly bewildered.
Why would the Underground Faction tell him Benefactor Xu was dead? If this was false information, what were these people after? If it was true, why was the Qi Sect concealing it? What did they want to do?
In his experience, an Underground Faction like this would never dare oppose the Qi Sect, the local power, purely for profit, because the Qi Sect could inflict even greater losses on them.
But to win his trust, the first piece of information would usually be true. That was human nature: first gain a measure of trust with something genuine, then slowly start digging the pit?
The question was, what were they after? Just to capture him? There was no need to go to so much trouble! He had spent four days contacting the Underground Faction without any restraint precisely because he wanted to expose himself deliberately. Yet, astonishingly, he still had not been exposed?
This also confirmed his conjecture: taken on his own, he had little value. He