"Taishiran, you're just inferring that this is the Pavilion Master's will based on these two points?"
The middle-aged chubby man stared at Taishiran's handsome and spirited face with skepticism shining in his small, squinting eyes, "You should know what it means for us to encircle and kill Xu Yinhè's blood kin—such a matter, if not backed by certain information... I would never get involved."
Upon hearing this, the hunched old man gently tapped his cane:
"I, too, agree with Brother Zhou's assertion."
The middle-aged beautiful woman at their side didn't speak.
But the meaning in her eyes was quite clear,
Without solid evidence, she also wouldn't heed the order.
Because the risk of this matter was too great.
If they were to assassinate a scion from an ordinary family, merely relying on the two points Taishiran just mentioned would naturally suffice.
