Tamer of the Beast

"I didn't say I disagreed with Feng Ling," Feng Che said with a smile, "Really, we are all a family, why are we making a fuss?"

"Who is your family? How can a killer smile like you?"

Xue Yin half-leaned at the door and glanced at Feng Che with disdain.

Feng Che's smile immediately faded and he stood up solemnly: "Okay, I was joking just now. I will go alone today and bring you a bunch of money back."

--cat dividing line--

Late at night, the residence of a fourth-rank official

The official turned on the coal lamp and quietly sat up. The lady beside him had already fallen asleep. The yard outside was so quiet that there was no sound.

The official took out a large handful of banknotes from nowhere and counted them greedily. After counting, his eyes glowed with joy and he put all the banknotes into a cardboard box.

This was a civil servant, and because of this, he didn't notice anyone on the roof.

The figure stretched out his hand to put on his partially fallen mask, smiled coldly, and a dagger in his hand gave off an eerie cold light.

"My lord, I have long admired you."

A low voice suddenly sounded, and the official suddenly raised his head and looked around in panic: "Who are you?"

Hum, I feel guilty for being a thief

This was followed by a series of laughter: "There is no need for adults to know who I am because you won't be able to know it soon."

As if facing a formidable enemy, the official grasped a sword by his bedside - which guard in the capital gave this to him?

"If you can, come out and don't be sneaky and shady."

"Sneaky? Shameless? I'm afraid it's you."

As he spoke, several tiles on the roof fell down. Before the official could see clearly, a man in black appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye.

The black mask was covered above the nose, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, which made the official shrink back in fright.

"Brother, don't, don't be like this, we can talk about it if we have anything to say."

Seeing the dagger in the man's hand, the official stuttered.

The man raised his eyebrows: "I don't need to listen to good words. I'm here to kill you."

"Brother, you and I have no grievances against you."

"That's true, but you owe others a lot. I'm sorry. The killer only takes orders from his employer, and it's useless no matter how much he says." Under the mask, his clear face didn't look like he was smiling during the day.

"Brother, I'll give you money!" The official squatted down and pulled out the cardboard box from under the bed. "I'll give you more as much as they give you."