After the assassins of the autumn wind tower left, Viscount Zhu Lanting mounted his horse and galloped away with them.
"It's not convenient for you to go too, right?" the shopkeeper frowned.
Normally, when the autumn wind tower killed someone, the employer could not be present.
But how could Viscount Zhu Lanting hold back under such circumstances?
He and Shen lang were mortal enemies. Now that he was alone, he had to watch Shen lang die.
If he could, he wanted to cut off Shen Lang's head with his own hands.
In this world, what could be more satisfying than killing the enemy with one's own hands?
"I can give you more money, an extra 1000 gold coins." Viscount Zhu Lanting said.
The manager of autumn wind tower thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
Viscount Zhu Lanting used to be very stingy, but now that he was almost bankrupt, he became generous.
