Chapter 32 Again?
When we returned to the tavern, it was already late at night, and the sky was as dark as ink. Snowflakes were falling, rather like embellishments in the night ink.
Zhao made a pot of tea and quietly thought about the business he had just received.
He had heard of the Huang Yun Gang, one of the two largest gangs in Liangzhou City, the other being the Qingsha Gang. Both gangs gradually emerged due to harassment by bandits, and most of their members are militiamen who fought against bandits in the past. After the bandits were beaten back, most of the idle members gathered together and formed various gangs, large and small, which continued to annex each other until only the two largest gangs and a group of local ruffians remained.
The two gangs each control one of the two most profitable industries, Huang and Gambling. The Huang Yun Gang is mainly engaged in gambling, but there are also a small number of prostitutes. The so-called prostitution and gambling are not divided into different families.
However, although the two gangs are said to be the largest, they are not big enough to dominate the world. Each has less than 200 people. The government is already struggling to deal with the bandits, so as long as they don't go too far, they just turn a blind eye.
The leader of the Huangyun Gang, Huang Qi, was only a fourth-level expert, so it was easy for Zhao Jiu. It didn't take much effort to kill the four fourth-grade Buddha-server Vajra Zhao, not to mention that Huang Qi came from a wild background.
The biggest uncertainty is whether there is anyone behind Huang Qi. In his previous life, Zhao
Just read novels. Behind those inexplicable gangs there is often an injured master. It would be okay if it were a third-grade person, but if it was a second-grade person, it would be a mess. Looking at the tea in the cup, he frowned and thought, feeling a little hesitant for a moment. This was also the reason why he had not yet exchanged his banknotes for Wealth Points.
Suddenly, Zhao slapped his forehead and gasped, "I also have a brain problem. I'm used to being cautious. I don't dare to keep a high profile when I go to the Novice Village. If there is a second-grade master, who will share the world with my opponent?"
You don’t need to be a master if you have a gun! "
After thinking about it, he rubbed his eyes. His mind couldn't turn around for a while, and he almost fell into the ditch.
"Practice, practice," Zhao drank the tea in the cup and muttered to himself, "No, I practice too much and my brain is not enough. I have a holiday tonight! From now on, I must read more and watch more paintings, and practice less and sleep more!"
In the evening of the next day, Zhao walked around after dinner and became familiar with Liangzhou City.
As soon as I returned to the tavern, I opened the door and saw a pigeon standing on the table. The gray pigeon didn't know whether it heard a sound or saw someone, so it called "coo coo" a few times.
Zhao closed the door and untied the bamboo tube on the pigeon's feet. It was exactly the same as the previous few days, with a note with the six tube mark.
Zhao was confused. This killer also had a big deal?
Opening the note, there is also a line on it: During the reign of Gan Jiuhai, Liangzhou had a prosperous restaurant.
Liangzhou again? Is Liangzhou so disharmonious? Two sales in five days! Liangzhou is incompetent, it seems I must go out!
According to the past rules, the paper was burned and replaced with a blank paper with the nine-cylinder symbol, and the doves were released.
Zhao was familiar with Hengtong Restaurant. He was the restaurant where he asked the shopkeeper about Fengyue's place a few nights ago. The shopkeeper's polite and sleazy smile still left a deep impression on him. Gan Jiu couldn't even rest for two days today.
In the evening, the wind and snow became much stronger, and a thin layer of snow accumulated on the courtyard and house of the tavern. By the time Zhao finished sweeping away the snow, it was almost midnight.
After putting on a black cotton coat and a black robe, Zhao transformed into a tall, thin middle-aged man with a long scar on his face and a beard, which made him look like a villain.
After looking in the mirror and finding no flaws, he went out and walked towards Hengtong Restaurant.
A quarter of an hour later, when we arrived at Hengtong Restaurant, the first floor was bustling with people. As Zhao walked in, the noise suddenly became much quieter. Zhao raised his eyes and saw that few people looked like Jianghu people. Almost all of them were ordinary people, and there was no sense of vigilance in their eyes.
Pushing aside the shopkeeper who came forward to ask, he walked towards the second floor without saying a word.
Although the second floor is not much different from the first floor, only the innermost table by the window is occupied.
Seeing someone coming up, the person sitting and drinking at the table turned to stare at Zhao Jiu. Zhao also looked at the person opposite him. He had a few wisps of moustache, neat clothes, long boots with sleeves, and his eyes were bright but not murderous. It seemed that he was this person.
Zhao walked to sit opposite him and said, "Ghost market.
When Mustache heard this, his expression immediately changed, and he asked solemnly: "Did you receive the letter?"
"Letter from Jinguancheng." Zhao replied, minding his own business, taking a cup and pouring wine.
The mustache's expression relaxed, and he took his hand away from the knife on his side, "I understand the rules, how much does it cost to kill someone?"
He drank all the wine in the cup before replying: "Two hundred taels, who do you want to kill?"
"Zhong Ling, the leader of the Qingsha Gang."
"Who to kill?" Zhao asked pretending to be surprised, "Qingsha Gang leader? That's not two hundred taels."
"How much?" Mustache looked surprised when he saw Zhao, his eyebrows lowered.
"Let's agree on the grade first. Let alone the grade three or above. Not many people in the world dare to take it."
"Fourth grade"
"Six hundred taels, every penny is a lot. If it's not right, I won't refund the deposit." Zhao felt happy in his heart, but his face was heavy.
If they meet each other, if they all meet, then they are equally matched opponents. If not to say that these two people can divide Liangzhou equally, the means are exactly the same: find a killer. No wonder some people say: Your opponent understands you better than you do. With this exact same method, I am afraid that even couples do not have this kind of tacit understanding!
Forget about finding a killer, the two of them still found the same company, and the same person took the order. Is it difficult for this ghost market to not have a second killer?
Without me, this ghost market would be broken up!
The mustache smacked his lips a few times, his expression was a little heavy, and he kept stroking a strand of beard on his chin, looking like he was thinking.
"Okay, six hundred taels is six hundred taels, five days later, Hongyun Restaurant, kill Zhong Ling!" As if he had made up his mind, the mustache spoke a little louder.
Zhao Jue raised his eyes and stared at the mustache, a little angry, "Shout louder, it's better to shout at the prefectural government office..."
What is this person shouting, there are still a lot of people sitting downstairs, how can he be so unprofessional? Could it be that he is old and has been in the underworld, and he paid a killer to kill someone for excitement?
The mustache arched his hands apologetically, not caring about Zhao Jue's sarcasm, took out three hundred taels of silver notes from his arms and put them on the table, and pushed them to Zhao Jue, "This is the deposit, five days later, Hongyun Restaurant", afraid that Zhao Jue didn't hear clearly, he said it again.
Zhao put away the banknote, thinking that this man was most likely an errand boy, and was definitely not Zhong Ling. How could a gang leader be like a young man?
"Okay, I got it. Just prepare the balance." Zhao put the banknote in his pocket, ignored the reaction of the mustache, stood up and walked downstairs.