Killing Fatty Chen, Contacting the White Lotus Sect

Wen Qingkong's gaze was like lightning. Meeting it, both Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing felt slightly embarrassed.

One was the son of a former Grand Secretary and wielder of the Sansha Swords; the other was a former top assassin of Dark Stone, and both were much older than Wen Qingkong.

Now, before even seeing the enemy, they were already disheartened.

Compared to the calm and determined young man before them, they seemed like naive children.

"Dark Stone is indeed powerful, but for Prince Jiu, what's important isn't King Runner's death, but whether Mingzhou can continue to provide him with millions of taels of silver each year."

"If the new King Runner is smart, he'll only send a small number of people to investigate King Runner's death. He'll focus his real energy on the silver."

"Only by securing the silver can he ensure his position and power."

"This is the primary contradiction, and we must seize it."

"So, the most important thing for us is not to reveal even the slightest flaw. All the Dark Stone assassins in Mingzhou have already been killed."

"Now, only one last question remains: who else in Dark Stone might have known about finding Zeng Jing's trail back then?"

Wen Qingkong calmly analyzed. The entire incident of King Runner's death stemmed from discovering Drizzle's trail. Therefore, whoever came to Mingzhou, when investigating King Runner's matter, as long as they knew that King Runner was looking for the assassin Drizzle before he disappeared, they would definitely start the investigation from the Drizzle matter, and it was possible to investigate them.

What they had to do was to extinguish this clue, so that the new King Runner would not know what King Runner was doing before he disappeared.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Jing frowned slightly and quickly thought of someone.

"Fatty Chen."

"He's like Dark Stone's housekeeper, a confidant of King Runner."

"He definitely knows that King Runner had found my trail back then."

"Good!"

"Jiang Asheng, go burn down King Runner's residence, so that there won't be any clues left there."

"Zeng Jing, you come with me to kill Fatty Chen, making sure we don't kill the wrong person."

Wen Qingkong decisively decided to completely cut off all clues today.

Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing both agreed.

Immediately, the couple looked at each other. Unknowingly, Wen Qingkong had already used a commanding tone, dispatching them to carry out tasks.

More importantly, the two of them had habitually obeyed.

Unconsciously, Wen Qingkong had already taken the leader's position in this trio.

Jiang Asheng smiled indifferently, and Zeng Jing pursed her lips slightly.

At the age of fifteen, they didn't have the wisdom and martial arts of the young man before them.

"Let's go!"

Wen Qingkong got up, and Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing quickly followed.

After they parted ways, they went straight to two locations.

Jiang Asheng set fire to King Runner's mansion, and Wen Qingkong took Zeng Jing to Fatty Chen's hiding place.

Fortunately, King Runner and Fatty Chen didn't have to contact each other every day.

It had only been a day since King Runner's death, and Fatty Chen hadn't noticed anything wrong yet.

He ran an oil shop in Mingzhou City, and he was fair-skinned and chubby, greeting people with a smile on his face. No matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem like a housekeeper-like figure in an assassin organization.

But it was precisely this kind of mercenary and cunning merchant appearance that wouldn't make people suspect his identity.

"Wait a moment, there are too many customers right now."

Wen Qingkong watched the people coming and going in the oil shop, thinking that this Fatty Chen was really doing good business.

The two found a restaurant, ordered tea and snacks, and waited until noon when the business in the oil shop came to an end and there were no more customers.

Wen Qingkong and Zeng Jing came to the oil shop.

Fatty Chen didn't recognize Zeng Jing. He greeted with a smile, "Do you two want to buy oil?"

Zeng Jing nodded slightly, "Two liang of oil."

"Alright!"

Fatty Chen turned to get the oil. Wen Qingkong walked up to him. The appearance of a fifteen-year-old boy didn't arouse Fatty Chen's vigilance.

Pfft!

An extremely subtle sound flashed past.

Fatty Chen's eyes widened, and he looked down at Wen Qingkong beside him in disbelief.

A silver needle pierced in from his waist. Wen Qingkong's powerful internal force was attached to the silver needle, instantly crushing Fatty Chen's kidneys and taking his life.

Fatty Chen wanted to let go and grab Wen Qingkong.

Zeng Jing flashed forward, holding Fatty Chen's hands with both hands, as if Fatty Chen's oil was about to spill, and Zeng Jing quickly caught it.

Under the control of Wen Qingkong and Zeng Jing, Fatty Chen quickly lost his breath.

Wen Qingkong helped him onto the deck chair, as if he was asleep.

Following that, the two of them left the oil shop with two taels of oil and merged into the crowd.

As they were about to return home, they heard a noisy commotion. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a plume of black smoke billowing and flames soaring into the sky not far away.

Wen Qingkong recognized it as King Runner's residence.

Jiang Asheng's operation had also concluded successfully.

The two returned to Zeng Jing's home, and not long after, Jiang Asheng returned as well, detailing the operation to Wen Qingkong.

King Runner's residence was empty and had no traps, making the operation quite smooth.

If Jiang Asheng hadn't been ensuring that no one was tailing him, he would have returned even faster than Wen Qingkong and Zeng Jing.

"Alright, now all the leads are completely cut off."

"We can live in peace now. Set up stalls, run errands, and there won't be any more problems."

Jiang Asheng and Zeng Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qingkong bid farewell and left.

He returned home, his steps faltering slightly. In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, there was a white lotus in full bloom.

This was the mark of the White Lotus Sect, indicating that someone from the White Lotus Sect had discovered the mark he had left before.

Wen Qingkong did not go immediately.

He discreetly erased the mark and returned home.

The next day, after breakfast, Wen Qingkong left home and headed straight for the Brothel.

After arriving at the Brothel, Wen Qingkong requested a private room. The attendant served him diligently, pouring tea and water: "I see that this is your first time visiting the Brothel, young master. How about I introduce you to a couple of girls?"

Wen Qingkong knew that some girls paid the attendants to promote them to new customers.

"No need, just bring me your top girl."

"Also, I have a friend. If he arrives, bring him directly here."

"This is for you."

Wen Qingkong tossed down a piece of silver.

The attendant readily agreed, his face beaming with joy, and retreated.

Before long, a soft, delicate voice rang out from outside the door.

"Young master, may I come in?"

"Enter."

The door opened, revealing a woman in a red dress, her figure exquisite, her limpid eyes carrying a hint of sorrow, her expression aloof, like the cold moon in the night sky, beautiful to behold but untouchable.

Wen Qingkong glanced at her: "You're the top girl here?"

"My name is Zhou Miaotong, but I wouldn't call myself the top girl."

Wen Qingkong heard a hint of resentment in her words. He didn't care. The Brothel was different from other brothels. The girls here were originally from noble families, daughters of officials, who had ended up in this lowly profession due to the collapse of their families' power. It would be strange if they didn't feel resentment.

However, what intrigued Wen Qingkong was that he happened to know a girl named Zhou Miaotong, and he wondered if the woman before him was her. Judging solely from her aloof and lifeless demeanor, the two were indeed very similar.