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In the distance, a small house was smoky and miasmic.
Several burly men, wearing tank tops and dragging slippers, were smoking and drinking there.
In front of them was a table, and in the middle of the table lay a large stack of money.
"This money is from Zhao Ba. He's paying us to take out that guy from the Crown Prince's Club, remember, no mistakes are allowed!"
"Yes, don't worry. We've done assassinations many times before. Didn't we take out that boss from Xiangnan last time?" another man with a scruffy beard said.
"This time it's different. These people are from Xuanjing City. We better be careful!"
"Alright!"
A few men were entrusted with an assassination.
But at this moment, the whole little house suddenly began to tremble, and the wine in the cups on the table sloshed back and forth.
All the men were startled and looked up at the ceiling.
"What's happening to this house? Is it an earthquake?"
"Run!"
