"Tick, tick-tock—"

Murky water droplets dripped from the eaves, and the alley was dark, with endless fear, as if there were countless flood beasts hidden at the end of the alley.

As soon as Yan Gang walked into the alley, he could feel a cold chill on his neck, someone put the blade on his neck, stood behind him and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?" ”

"Buy a message." Yan Gang quietly took off the money bag from his waist and handed it to the person behind him.

The man took the money bag and weighed it, and the silver in the money bag clanked.

"Buy news, go to Fenglou on Second Street, we don't sell news here, just worry about blood." The man took the money, and his tone was a little better.

"I know your rules here, and I don't embarrass you, you go and report it, and say that Yan Gang from King Qi's Mansion is here to see you." Yan Gang said.

The man hesitated for a moment and said to Yan Gang, "You wait here." ”

The footsteps gradually faded away, and after a long time, the man came back, but his tone was different from before, and he said respectfully: "My lord, please inside." ”

Yan Gang walked all the way down the dim alley, and under the leadership of the man, he made several detours before he saw a faint ray of light.

Walking towards the light, at the end was a small house made of black stone bricks, Yan Gang pushed the door in, the place in the small house was not too big, a somewhat blackened cedar table, two chairs, and there were more than ten tall shirtless men standing, with a two-foot-long short knife pinned to their waists, looking at Yan Gang vigilantly. In the midst of the crowd, on the chair sat a short old man in a white linen robe, the old man was as thin as wood, the skin on his arms was as dull as the bark of a cracked old tree, and he was full of twilight.

When the old man saw Yan Gang, he slowly asked, "Are you General Yan?" ”

"The white horse of the Qi Wangfu is under the command, Yan Gang." Yan Gang said proudly.

"Is there any proof to back it up?" The old man asked.

"Nope."

Yan Gang didn't lie to this old man, he really didn't have anything to prove his identity.

On King Qi's Mansion, except for Wu Qi, who has the waist card of the chief military officer of the Marshal Mansion of the Jingying Palace and the commander of King Qi's three guards, the rest of the people can actually be regarded as "black households", but with Zhu Huan's support, no one dares to say no.

The old man said with a smile: "I heard that Qi Sihu is a hero with one enemy and one hundred heroes, if Your Excellency is really General Yan, I wonder if you can confirm this rumor?" ”

"How do you want to confirm it?" Yan Gang said coldly.

The old man tapped on the tabletop, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Yan Gang with interest.

Among the shirtless men, three tall and sturdy men walked out, rubbing their fists and walking towards Yan Gang.

However, before they could react, they felt a strong wind howling in front of them, and they fell backwards and slammed into the wall, gushing blood from their mouths.

Three people, in just a moment, were already unconscious.

Yan Gang wiped the blood from his fist and looked at the old man coldly: "Is it enough?" ”

The old man stood up and applauded: "Good skills! ”

Then, the old man stretched out his hand and signaled, "General Yan, please take a seat." ”

"No, I'm only here for one thing, and I'll leave after asking." Yan Gang said bluntly: "At noon today, your subordinates blocked the people who didn't dare to block, who made you do this?" ”

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "General Yan, the rules of our industry, not about the identity of the buyer, this is an old rule for decades. ”

"Who made this rule?" Yan Gang asked.

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "General Yan, this is expected to be early, old and old, I just want to have a good death, and I hope General Yan will give me a chance." ”

"I don't care about the rules of your black market, I only know the rules of my Qi Wangfu, which are bigger than all the rules!" Yan Gang's tone was cold.

The rules of the black market, buying murder, do not talk about the identity of the buyer.

It's an unwritten rule, but everyone is tacitly abiding by it. A person who breaks the rules will not die well, because he has smashed not only his own job, but also the job of his peers.

didn't wait for the old man to come back to his senses, only to feel that Yan Gang in front of him was like a fierce tiger, suddenly rushing in front of him and grabbing his collar.

"Do you really take yourself seriously?" Yan Gang's eyes were full of murderous intent: "What kind of thing are you, give you three points of face, and you will treat yourself as the king of the world?" ”

In a moment, everyone reacted, and immediately pulled out a short knife from their waists, looking at Yan Gang with a fierce look, as if they would stab 10,000 holes in Yan Gang's body the next moment.

"Let go of our big boss!"

"Let go!"

"Put the knife down!" The old man was almost out of breath by Yan Gang's throat lock, but he still stretched out his hand to signal everyone not to be nervous: "What are you going to do!" Moving a knife against General Yan, are you impatient! ”

The old man is now by these men.

How stupid!

Even if he was killed by Yan Gang, it would only be one death. But if Yan Gang dies here, and King Qi takes revenge, then his wife and children will all have to die!

Seeing that the old man was interested, Yan Gang's hand was also loosened, giving the old man a chance to breathe.

"Today, the prince was assassinated, but fortunately it didn't work out." Yan Gang said coldly: "If you find out the people behind the scenes and their accomplices, my prince will be lenient and only kill you." Now you tell me the rules, okay, I'll tell you about the Ming Law, at your age, do you still want to make yourself the last one? ”

When the old man heard this, he fell into an ice cellar, and his whole body was full of cold air.

According to the rules of the black market, if you collect money to kill someone, you don't have to ask the details of the buyer, but you have to find out who you want to kill.

He has many men and horses under his command, and he has people to protect him in the court, and he is getting bolder and bolder. Now you only need to double the silver, and you can no longer ask who to kill, only how many people you kill.

He often walks by the river, how can he not get his shoes wet, and today he will be in a big disaster.

Assassinate the king!

The old man regretted it, for the sake of so much silver, he did something to do without asking the bottom of the matter, and now he has been accused of punishing the nine clans.

"The buyer's surname is Hu, and he is the champion of Jianwen in the second year." The old man knew that a catastrophe was coming, and he no longer talked about the rules of the black market, but sold the identity of the buyer in one go.

Yan Gang got the news he wanted and let go of his hand.

"General Yan, the villain who should be said has said it, I wonder if the general can spare my wife and children's lives?" The old man knelt directly on the ground and kowtowed to Yan Gang.

Yan Gang glanced at him, snatched a short knife from the hand of a person beside him, threw it on the ground, and turned to leave.

The old man picked up the knife on the ground and kowtowed to Yan Gang's departing figure: "General Xie Yan!" ”

"Big boss, what does he mean by that?" Someone looked at the old man suspiciously.

The old man sighed: "Assassinate Wang Jia, punish the crime of the Nine Clans." He gave me a knife to kill myself, but at the same time he left a way for my wife and children to survive. ”

Then, without blinking an eyelid, the old man held the knife and slashed it down his throat.

He died, but he saved his wife and children.