"Huh?"
When the two sides brushed past each other, Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but look back at Lin Hao between her clear eyes.
"This person's back, why does it feel somewhat familiar?"
Her willow brows knitted slightly, staring at Lin Hao's figure for a moment of frozen concentration.
"He's just a blind man, there's no way he'd be here."
Zhao Ling'er secretly shook her head, her gaze shifting to Lin Hao's feet.
Look at its steady pace, each step moving forward with purpose, not groping cautiously like the blind man.
In response, Zhao Ling'er didn't think much about it, and after curiously sizing up Lin Hao for a few moments, she turned around and left.
The interior of the store is decorated in a way that somewhat resembles an arms store.
Lin Hao realized that there were all kinds of weapons on the cargo container, but the vast majority of them were mainly daggers and thin swords suitable for stabbing.
Apparently, this place not only sells assassination missions to earn commissions, but also sells weapons to assassins along the way.
"This customer, if you're just here to buy weapons, I'm sorry we're not doing business today."
A middle-aged shopkeeper with an eight-character beard looked at Lin Hao, who had entered the store, and said tentatively.
Lin Hao's voice pretended to be ice-cold and said in a deep voice, "Cut the crap, I'm here to find a living."
At those words, the middle-aged shopkeeper's expression was slightly austere, and the look in his eyes toward Lin Hao had a few more scruples.
The ones who came here to take the job were all murderous assassins, he didn't dare to offend half of them, otherwise he wouldn't know how to die one day.
"May I ask your name?"
The attitude of the middle-aged shopkeeper was obviously much more polite.
Among the assassin community, although none of them would reveal their identities, each assassin had their own code name, thus deriving a killer ranking.
Lin Hao thought for a second and indifferently said, "Jing Ke."
Jing Ke?
The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned, he hadn't even heard of this name, could it be that he was a novice?
Thinking of this, the middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Lin Hao suspiciously for a few moments.
But the presence of the bucket hat offered up his curious gaze.
"This store's quests, there are four levels, normal, medium, difficult, and red list."
The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at Lin Hao and inquired, "May I ask which kind of job you intend to take?"
"Common, preferably not too far away."
The first time Lin Hao took on a job, he naturally didn't intend to get his hands on that kind of difficult level assassination mission.
As for that so-called Red List, one didn't need to think about it to know that it should be a super difficult level mission to assassinate some kind of top powerhouse that no one had been able to do.
At those words, although the middle-aged shopkeeper didn't say anything on his lips, there was a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.
It turned out to be really a rookie, so no wonder he would lead this kind of ordinary mission.
Spinning around, he walked over to the counter and picked up a large stack of papers and flipped through them.
"There."
Soon after, the middle-aged shopkeeper was smiling faintly, "You're in luck, there happens to be an ordinary mission that is within our Tianwu City."
As he spoke, the middle-aged shopkeeper took out a piece of paper and handed it to Lin Hao.
It was a profile message for an assassination mission, with a scarlet font 'Kill' in the upper right corner!
Prey: Chen Dajiu
Age: 38
Strength: Grade 2 Warrior
Identity: Owner of Daily Gambling Stalls
Active Location: Daily Gambling Stalls
Men: 23, all first-class fighters
Bounty: 100,000 taels
...
The information on it was very detailed, even listing all the ways in which the person had raped and pillaged and bullied the weak.
And it came with a portrait of the subject of the assassination, a fierce-looking man with a hideous scar on the left side of his face.
Lin Hao read it carefully and secretly nodded his head.
This kind of evil person, even if he dies, it's not enough.
And what attracted Lin Hao the most was the mission honorarium, it was really a good channel to make quick money.
"According to the rules of the trade, a thirty percent commission is taken."
The middle-aged shopkeeper said calmly, "After the mission is completed, our store will have someone to go and check if the prey is dead."
"Uh-huh."
Lin Hao nodded indifferently, then turned around and left.
Deduct 30% of the commission and you'll have 70,000 left in your hand, which isn't bad.
After searching for a passerby on the street and asking for the location of the Daily Gambling Stall, Lin Hao soon arrived at his destination.
In front of him was a casino with the word 'gambling' hanging above it, which was quite eye-catching.
The doors were closed, and you could still hear the wailing and yelling coming from inside.
In a place like this, it's hard on whoever loses.
And next to the casino, a pawn store opens, where you can collect anything of value, pledge it for money, and then go to the casino and poke around a couple more times.
Savvy people know that casinos and pawnshops next to each other have always been a win-win system.
One earns commissions, one earns gambling money, and having two stores right next to each other creates an excellent chain of interest.
"Fly, find your prey and make it quick."
Lin Hao commanded, then turned around and walked to the corner of the street, standing stoically.
He had no interest in going in to this pandemonium of a casino.
Buzz-!
After the kungfu fly received the command, it steeply swept out from Lin Hao's shoulder and then drilled through the window of the back wall.
"Open, three fives, panther pass!"
"Is this dice sick, why the hell is it a leopard again!!!"
"If I lose again in the next game, I'll take the house to the pawn store for money, I don't believe I can't turn over my money!!!"
Inside the casino, there were ten gambling tables, all of which were filled with the owlish sounds of those gamblers, incomparably noisy.
In all corners of the arena stood gambling stall beaters, all fierce and strong.
With these fighters holding down the fort, no one in general would dare to cause trouble here.
And in a rest area at the very back of the gambling table, Chen Dajiu was sitting on a chair, wrapping his arms around a windswept woman, his big hands rubbing and kneading on her body with abandon.
"The dealer introduced by Old Eight is good, and in this recent period, he can make at least a million dollars!"
Looking at the losing gamblers in the arena, Chen Dajiu revealed a satisfied smile.
And as his mouth grinned, the hideous scar on his face twisted slightly, making him look more and more menacing.
"That's him."
With his kung fu fly's vision, Lin Hao instantly locked onto Chen Dajiu.
"Kill."
Lin Hao didn't hesitate to give the order.
The Kung Fu Fly flew directly towards Chen Dajiu's position at an unhurried speed.
However, the Kung Fu Fly did not attack immediately, instead, it circled around Chen Dajiu and waited for an opportunity to move.
Apparently, after advanced reinforcement, the Kung Fu Fly already possessed a certain level of intelligence.
After about ten or so breaths, the Kung Fu Fly began to move, tentatively approaching from behind Chen Dajiu.
Chen Dajiu was a level two warrior, his sensitivity was not low, he obviously noticed something approaching behind him, and at that moment, his eyes sank slightly, and he violently turned his head to look.
The Kung Fu Fly immediately made a nice sharp turn and circled the fly from side to side.
Spinning around, he landed on the back of the windswept woman and carefully stared at Chen Dajiu.
It's waiting, waiting for a good time.
A perfect opportunity to be able to strike a blow!
Incredibly, Kung Fu Fly had fully subbed into the role of the assassin and did not choose to fight hard.