All Kinds of Assassins! . . .
The immense sums of money being disbursed by Ling-Bao Hall in recent days were staggering, enough to exaggerate that they could flood the entire city, if converted into silver. Although such a claim might be a slight embellishment, it was certainly not an overstatement to say that it could fill the royal treasury!
To earn such a substantial bounty, one had to present the head of a target on the list, providing irrefutable evidence of the completed mission. The reward system followed the allocated warrants meticulously, leaving no room for deception or trickery. It maintained an unwavering level of honesty, consistent even with customers of all ages.
While there might exist senior assassins, the notion of child assassins remained an untested scenario. There had been no opportunity to establish the unequivocal integrity of the reward system with such an unrepresented group.
Ling-Bao Hall prided itself on offering impeccable service. Anyone arriving to claim their rewards could be assured of absolute safety. The organization had a strict policy of taking swift and fatal action against those who sought to rob other assassins of their evidence and rewards within the hall.
This rule was well-known throughout the Land of Han-Yang, deterring potential thieves. The prospect of monetary gain was enticing, but not at the cost of one's life.
The government authorities had been instructed not to impede the entry of assassins into the city. The guards on duty could do little but watch with a sense of envy as the assassins entered, bearing their gruesome prizes.
To the astonishment of many, the assassins conducted themselves with remarkable decorum. Even when they accidentally bumped into others on the way, they would extend their apologies promptly. "Sorry… My mistake..." they would say, voluntarily taking responsibility for resolving any possible conflicts.
Such acts of civility left a lasting impression, exemplifying a touching scene within the city.
One assassin, ranked among the top one hundred on the list, traveled to Chen-Xing City to claim his reward. Upon his entrance to the city, an elderly lady collided with him with considerable force, inadvertently shattering the eggs in her basket. The yolks splattered onto the assassin's attire, staining his clothes.
The lady, known for her ill temper, immediately berated him, exclaiming, "You scoundrel! Do you carry your eyes with you? Are you seeking your own demise?"
Yet, rather unexpectedly, the assassin's expression shifted dramatically. He mustered a warm smile and uttered, "I apologize profoundly. That's my fault. Ahem, I've damaged your eggs. I'm deeply sorry... Look..."
He proceeded to produce a silver coin and placed it in the lady's hand. "Is this sufficient to cover the cost of your eggs? I'm truly apologetic. Please forgive me, and don't be angry... I can offer you more if you wish."
This marked a stunning deviation from the typical behavior of assassins, renowned for their ruthlessness. The lady was utterly flabbergasted, her senses overwhelmed by the turn of events. She held the silver in her palm and remained in a daze even after the assassin had vanished into the distance.
Her internal musings were equally perplexing, dwelling on her striking appearance and the compliments she had received from her elderly neighbor. "This legendary assassin might be a bit unsightly, but he was far more courteous than the old man next door. Perhaps he acted this way because I'm still beautiful and in good shape..."
Meanwhile, other assassins witnessed this surreal interaction, their jaws hanging ajar in disbelief.
"What on earth...?"
"Is that really one of the top one hundred assassins?"
"The legendary assassin?"
"Since when did assassins become so polite?"
The immense sums of money being disbursed by Ling-Bao Hall in recent days were staggering, enough to exaggerate that they could flood the entire city, if converted into silver. Although such a claim might be a slight embellishment, it was certainly not an overstatement to say that it could fill the royal treasury!
To earn such a substantial bounty, one had to present the head of a target on the list, providing irrefutable evidence of the completed mission. The reward system followed the allocated warrants meticulously, leaving no room for deception or trickery. It maintained an unwavering level of honesty, consistent even with customers of all ages.
While there might exist senior assassins, the notion of child assassins remained an untested scenario. There had been no opportunity to establish the unequivocal integrity of the reward system with such an unrepresented group.
Ling-Bao Hall prided itself on offering impeccable service. Anyone arriving to claim their rewards could be assured of absolute safety. The organization had a strict policy of taking swift and fatal action against those who sought to rob other assassins of their evidence and rewards within the hall.
This rule was well-known throughout the Land of Han-Yang, deterring potential thieves. The prospect of monetary gain was enticing, but not at the cost of one's life.
The government authorities had been instructed not to impede the entry of assassins into the city. The guards on duty could do little but watch with a sense of envy as the assassins entered, bearing their gruesome prizes.
To the astonishment of many, the assassins conducted themselves with remarkable decorum. Even when they accidentally bumped into others on the way, they would extend their apologies promptly. "Sorry… My mistake..." they would say, voluntarily taking responsibility for resolving any possible conflicts.
Such acts of civility left a lasting impression, exemplifying a touching scene within the city.
One assassin, ranked among the top one hundred on the list, traveled to Chen-Xing City to claim his reward. Upon his entrance to the city, an elderly lady collided with him with considerable force, inadvertently shattering the eggs in her basket. The yolks splattered onto the assassin's attire, staining his clothes.
The lady, known for her ill temper, immediately berated him, exclaiming, "You scoundrel! Do you carry your eyes with you? Are you seeking your own demise?"
Yet, rather unexpectedly, the assassin's expression shifted dramatically. He mustered a warm smile and uttered, "I apologize profoundly. That's my fault. Ahem, I've damaged your eggs. I'm deeply sorry... Look..."
He proceeded to produce a silver coin and placed it in the lady's hand. "Is this sufficient to cover the cost of your eggs? I'm truly apologetic. Please forgive me, and don't be angry... I can offer you more if you wish."
This marked a stunning deviation from the typical behavior of assassins, renowned for their ruthlessness. The lady was utterly flabbergasted, her senses overwhelmed by the turn of events. She held the silver in her palm and remained in a daze even after the assassin had vanished into the distance.
Her internal musings were equally perplexing, dwelling on her striking appearance and the compliments she had received from her elderly neighbor. "This legendary assassin might be a bit unsightly, but he was far more courteous than the old man next door. Perhaps he acted this way because I'm still beautiful and in good shape..."
Meanwhile, other assassins witnessed this surreal interaction, their jaws hanging ajar in disbelief.
"What on earth...?"
"Is that really one of the top one hundred assassins?"
"The legendary assassin?"
"Since when did assassins become so polite?"