An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. With the occasional sound of firecrackers outside, Zhao rolled up his quilt and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The assassination tonight was too strange. What was wrong was not the process of the assassination, but why was he assassinated?

Thinking about it, he recalled the process of the first assassination in detail. Whether from the details or the response, the other party must have done this kind of thing frequently. Even if he was not a killer, he must be a family-raised assassin.

The second time seemed much rougher. Not only did he lose the caution that a killer must have, but even his decisiveness disappeared completely.

Obviously, the other party was anxious. He gritted his teeth and rushed in without even making a plan.

"But why is this? Is there anything worth assassinating about me?"

Zhao rested his head on his arms, and the things that happened after he came to the capital emerged in his mind. He racked his brains to recall the details.

After thinking for half an hour, he found that there was nothing worth killing at all. If someone wants to kill you, you don't need to hire a killer, because you either can't kill him or you can kill him easily.

"Could it be Lu Wenyu?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhao couldn't sleep immediately. He lifted the quilt and sat up slowly, feeling confused and dry in the mouth.

He simply pushed the door open and asked the flag officer to bring him a cup of tea. This hot tea slowly suppressed his doubts, and in the end he found that he couldn't sleep anymore.

"Forget it, I'll go to pay New Year's greetings to Lu Wenyu tomorrow and test him by the way."

In any case, according to Zhao's thinking, Lu Wenyu would definitely not hire a killer if he wanted to kill him.

It's not because of face, but it's too easy to have an accident. Besides, who would point fingers at the Grand Master for killing someone, not to mention that he is the commander of the Jinyiwei, and he can just accuse him of a crime.

Justified!

Since I can't sleep anymore, I might as well not sleep and do something serious.

With this idea in mind, Zhao pushed the door open and turned the corner towards the warehouse where the stolen goods were sealed.

The journey was smooth and smooth. He pushed open the door of the warehouse, and there were many sealed boxes inside. He took the account book handed over by Xiaoqi, flipped it open, checked the stolen goods first, and after confirming that there was no difference with the account book, he walked out of the warehouse a little depressed.

Damn Lord Chen, he made me lose a share of the dividend, he really deserved to die.

He thought depressedly in his heart that it was really a bad year. It was okay to lose money on New Year's Eve, but he also caused a disaster. It was unlucky no matter how he thought about it.

After closing the door of the duty room, he took a Tongxuan Pill and calmed down to practice cross-legged.

Soon, with the crowing of the cock, the sky gradually brightened, and it was a new day.

When the power of the pill was exhausted, Zhao slowly opened his eyes. He felt that he had made some progress in practicing all night. His whole body was extremely transparent, and he stretched comfortably, and his muscles and bones kept crackling.

"Gurgle..."

After sitting all night, the first thing he felt was that he was very hungry. After eating and drinking enough, he told the flag officer at the door to call him at the beginning of the hour.

Then he covered himself with a quilt to catch up on his sleep.

After eating and drinking enough, he really slept well and soon fell asleep.

"Lord Zhao, Lord Zhao, Zhao..."

Hazy and dazed, Zhao opened his eyes instantly and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but suddenly remembered that this was the Jinyiwei and stopped.

However, Zhao's action almost scared the flag officer, who subconsciously took a small step back and explained softly, "Lord Zhao, it's the end of the hour, I just came to call you, I have no malice..."

"I know, I've been too busy these days, and my dreams are all about catching people. Hahaha, I'm also busy, please forgive me." Zhao patted the flag officer on the shoulder. This kind of thing must be explained, otherwise it will be passed around and it will become a dream for him to kill people.

"It's okay, Lord Zhao. If you're not feeling well, take a rest during the New Year."

"No, I have to go to Lord Lu to wish him a happy new year today. If I go late, I'll disturb Lord Lu."

As Zhao said this, he had already put on his cloak, patted Xiaoqi's shoulder, and said with a smile, "If you're okay, go back early and spend time with your family."

He walked all the way to Lu Wenyu's mansion. Children playing and adults in high spirits could be seen everywhere. Even the elderly were rosy-cheeked, as if they were a lot younger.

The New Year is naturally a celebration, but he just didn't feel like it.

After turning a few streets, he saw people coming and going in front of Lu Wenyu's mansion from a distance. The housekeeper stood in front of the door, constantly welcoming and seeing off people. It was so lively.

He stood there and waited for a while, and walked over when there were fewer people.

"Lord Zhao, this is..." The housekeeper was sharp-eyed and instantly caught the figure of Zhao in the crowd. Knowing that the person coming was a popular person around his master, he hurriedly greeted him first.

"Come and wish Mr. Lu a happy new year!" Zhao Jue smiled and bowed his hands.

A seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, let alone a housekeeper.

After hearing this, the housekeeper hurried down and pulled Zhao Jue inside, smiling, "Mr. Zhao, you came at the right time. If you come in the morning, you will have to wait..."

"It just so happens that the master is free, I will take Mr. Zhao there."

When they arrived at the backyard door, the housekeeper lowered his voice, "Mr. Zhao, wait a moment, I will go and report first."

"Okay."

After a while, Zhao Jue followed the housekeeper into the backyard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Lu Wenyu in a red uniform roasting by the fire and drinking tea.

After the housekeeper went down, Zhao Jue stepped forward and bowed his hands, with a festive smile, "Mr. Lu, I am here to wish Mr. Lu a safe and smooth year, good health, and prosperity..."

"That's enough." Lu Wenyu interrupted Zhao Jue with a wave of his hand, and asked with a smile, "Which teacher did you learn these festive words from? You can't find such a knowledgeable person in Zhaoyu! Hahaha..."

"They are all from the bottom of my heart, naturally they are true feelings, not imitation..."

"Okay, I still don't understand you. Haven't you tried it yet?"

Zhao Jue shook his head, found a seat to sit down, then looked at the door to make sure there was no one there before whispering, "Nothing was found in Lord Chen's place, I suspect someone leaked the news."

"Oh? The last three people are not you and me, right?"

"That's the weird thing, Lord Chen seems to have known something in advance, dug a tunnel, his family ran away with the money, and he had already committed suicide by taking poison before we arrived." Zhao Jue counted on his fingers, and looked up to observe the expression on Lu Wenyu's face while speaking.

After listening, the smile on Lu Wenyu's face had disappeared, his brows were locked and his eyes were slightly narrowed. There was a bit of confusion, helplessness and sorrow in the loss.

Especially the pupils, which instantly dilated when they heard the words "leaked the news".

Zhao Jue saw all of this. Expressions can be faked, but eyes cannot be faked. In addition, Zhao Jue saw it carefully, and Lu Wenyu's flash of shock could not be deceived.

It seems that it is not Lu Wenyu!

But in order to prevent himself from guessing wrong, Zhao Jue still did not tell anyone about the assassination.

He just stared at Lu Wenyu, not daring to miss any of his reactions.

"Fifth Master, what should we do next?"