Chapter 1596 Buying Life
"How dare you, you lowlife, mind your own business!" the young Lady Gongsun Qianru’s expression faltered after the waiter’s remark.
"It’s my fault." the waiter thought to himself how such a beautiful woman could be so venomous, looking down upon a small fry like him. Although he was just a humble waiter, diligently going about his work without stealing or robbing anyone, Miss Gongsun looked down on people with such disdain. As he could not afford to offend those with power and wealth, no matter how resentful he felt inside, he had no choice but to offer an apology, "Miss Gongsun is ’kind-hearted’, please do not stoop to my level."
Seeing the waiter bow and scrap, and noticing the other customers in the tea house turning to look their way, Gongsun Qianru finally quelled her anger.
Gongsun Yanli slightly narrowed his eyes, tossed an unhappy remark to Qianru, "Stop embarrassing yourself in the future!" and left with his followers.
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Bloodshed Pavilion was an assassin organization that had risen in the shadows over the past five years, rumored to be extremely powerful with numerous experts among their ranks. Their top killers were known as Heaven, Earth, and Human, the Three Killers.
In the whole world, there had not been a single failed assignment when someone’s life was marked for death, but the fees of Bloodshed Pavilion were exorbitant. As the status and martial arts prowess of the target increased, so did the price, and an average person could bankrupt themselves and still not afford their services.
It was said that the Valley Master of the pavilion had eccentricities—not everyone who could afford the fee would necessarily have their request accepted. Driven by personal interest, the Valley Master only accepted jobs he was interested in; those he was not interested in might even result in the death of the would-be client.
Thus, ordinary people did not dare to employ Bloodshed Pavilion, fearing that a careless move might cost them their own lives.
At that moment, with the moon rising slightly, a middle-aged man led a subordinate, carrying a chest in the ruins of an abandoned building on the outskirts of the capital, looking around as if waiting for something.