Qianqiu felt very unwell.
After all, when he worked as an assassin for his old employer, not only was each mission perilously dangerous and time-pressingly tight, but the key issue was the reward was extremely low! After so many years of work, all he had managed was to pay off his loans for the "Hidden Assassin Cloak," "Hidden Assassin Armor," "Hand of Heaven's Net," and "Soul Reaper Scythe"—he had very little savings.
Among the Six Senses, he was a poor man. In the circle of myths? Definitely the poorest of the poor.
However, even as a poor man among the powerful, he could still afford to host a dinner.
He was just astonished at how little work there was!
"Little? This is just basic work, isn't it? We still have plenty of missions on our list that we can take on. Put in a bit of effort, and a monthly income of thirty thousand is not a dream."
So a monthly income of six thousand was just a safety net?
What kind of organization is Salamander really?
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