An Assassin? Call Me the Master of Raising Prices!

Chapter 220: Laying the Big Bait

That's what he said, and that's the truth. Zhao also laughed. Since he could act so realistically, everything would be fine.

At this time, Liuzhi pointed at the tea table with a hint of meaning, and asked with a bad taste, "The one beside you, your confidante. Will she beat me to death?"

"If that's the case, I dare not act!"

Confidante? Zhao was a little puzzled. Why the hell didn't I know it myself?

Besides, as a person who goes to brothels every day, what kind of confidante do I need?

"Who?"

"The one in red clothes beside you!" Liuzhi put away his fishing rod and said while drinking tea.

"You're right! You have to fight her!" Zhao said whatever he wanted to say.

Ah me? This time it was Liuzhi's turn to be surprised. Although he is the Ten Kings of Hell in the Ghost City, he is the lowest in strength ranking.

He has also seen Zhuque take action. That momentum shows that he is not easy to mess with. Let him go, are you sure you are not kidding?

"Me? Her?" He almost choked after taking a sip of tea.

"Just one or two moves." After leisurely picking up the teacup, Zhao waved his hand, asked Liuzhi to come over, and whispered the plan again.

But Liuzhi quickly retorted after hearing it, "Can it work?"

"Why not?" Zhao almost slammed the table and stood up. You can do anything before I said it, but you are afraid of everything after I said it. Are you a human being?

Isn't it just that I took off my pants, took the medicine, and the medicine is working, and you fucking told me that my aunt will knock on the door tonight?

It's not that you can't do this, but you should have said it earlier!

"Aren't you afraid of that woman?"

"You're not afraid! How dare you say you're not afraid?" Liuzhi was furious. It was me who fought with her, so of course you could say anything.

But he only refuted it, and immediately said seriously, "I'm not afraid of that woman, and I'm not afraid of the other little master in the city. I want to run, and the two little masters can't catch me."

"I'm afraid that I'll kill you if I'm not careful!"

Kill me? Zhao Jue looked suspiciously, staring at Liu Zhi's face, "You son of a bitch, did you come to Bianzhou with the intention of beating me to death?"

"No!" Liu Zhi avoided Zhao Jue's eyes.

"I think you did, you were laughing just now, and you didn't stop!"

"I remembered something happy!"

Zhao Jue asked curiously, "What happy thing?"

"I can beat someone to death in a few days."

That's still me! Zhao Jue knocked on the table, "Wow! I'm talking about business!"

"Okay, business, business."

What else can Zhao Jue say with this frivolous look. He can't beat him, so he can scold him. He still has something to ask for help, so he can't bring himself to do it.

Depressed, how depressed can I be!

Luckily, Liu Zhi was just joking, and soon he returned to normal, holding the fishing rod and stood up, smiling, "When and where to do it, send me a message in advance, it's better not in the next few days, I'll call two people over."

"Okay." Zhao Jue nodded and blew out the candle. "Thank you."

"It's nothing. At most, you can help me kill someone for free in the future." Liuzhi, who had already walked a few steps, paused and said with a smile.

"That's impossible."

"Hahaha, it's not a big problem."

This is Liuzhi's new catchphrase.

It's a big problem! This is what Zhao Jue thought in his heart. The big bait is ready, but I don't know if the fish will bite the hook?

......

"Is Lord Zhao back?"

After resting for two days, Zhao Jue walked into the post station with a confident step. Before the door was closed, he heard the ridicule from behind.

When he turned around, it was Suzaku, and the half-dead Li Yizhen and Jiang Qianhu. When they saw Zhao Jue coming in, their eyes were bright, and they looked at Zhao Jue expectantly, with bitterness in their eyes.

It's not the right time! I should have come back later. I encountered this situation right after I came back. It's better not to come back.

"Haha, you are all here! Hahaha."

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well?" Although he was unwilling, he still helped the two out.

The two said in unison, "No, no! I'm just a little listless..."

Listless? I guess you don't dare to be listless? Zhao Jue sighed inwardly, shook his head, found a chair to sit down, and drank a cup of tea with interest.

Facing the two people's eyes that looked like they were begging for death, he sighed and waved his hand, "If you are listless, go back to sleep for a while. It's nothing, go ahead."

The two people got up and ran to the room immediately as if they had been pardoned. They didn't dare to look at Zhuque, who looked bad from beginning to end.

"Hey, go back..."

Before she finished her words, she was pulled by Zhao Jue and forced back to the chair.

"What are you doing?" Zhuque's tone was obviously a little unhappy.

But Zhao Jue didn't care about these, and said calmly, "Now your task is to protect me! Do you understand? Why do you meddle in other people's business? If I get killed? You will be responsible!"

Zhuque was almost laughed out of anger. What's the point of protection? The matter of raising grain has been settled. What else do you need to protect?

But when she saw Zhao Jue reaching for her bosom and muttering, "Where is my imperial envoy token? The emperor's order...", she still sat down reluctantly.

Complaining, "You don't know, these two, they didn't ask me to drink. I carried them out with good intentions, but they vomited all over me!"

"I washed three times and used a box of perfume powder, but the disgusting smell still couldn't be suppressed!"

Listening to these emotional words, coupled with Zhuque's frowning look, Zhao Jue could only cover his mouth tightly to prevent himself from laughing.

After listening to her complaints for more than a quarter of an hour, Zhao Jue held her hand and said, "I know, don't say anymore."

Let her stop talking, of course it's not that Zhao Jue can't listen anymore, but it's getting funnier and funnier, he dare not laugh, so he has to cover his mouth.

The tighter he covers, the more he dare not let go. If Zhuque continues to talk, Zhao Jue is afraid that he will suffocate himself to death.

"Do you want to laugh?" Zhuque leaned against the armrest helplessly, tilted his head and looked at Zhao Jue.

His expression was lonely and his tone was low, "Laugh if you want to laugh, I don't mind."

Bullshit! Zhao Jue is not a fool, how could he laugh at this time. Besides, can't the dog day restrain his true energy and martial arts first, and then say that he doesn't mind!

"No." Zhao Jue wiped his eyes, his voice was also low, sniffed, and said, "I just sympathize with you, really, I can understand."

Acting, who can't do it, buddy and your boss acted the deep affection between nephew and uncle, that was in front of colleagues!

Now there are only two of us, I have to give you a free private acting lesson!

"Stop, since you feel sympathy, let's go out for a good meal, you treat me!" Zhuque couldn't bear it any longer. It's normal for me, a woman, to cry.

You are a grown man, why are you so tearful?

This solid acting skill made Zhuque, who wanted to take this opportunity to beat Zhao Jue, speechless. He could only sigh helplessly: This kid has something on him, no wonder he can handle Lord Lu.

But at least he can be blackmailed. Lord Lu said: This man is a pure miser! Let him bleed.

But if Zhuque knew that Zhao Jue kept the public account even when drinking tea at a street stall, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

After all, Zhao Jue's first principle: If you can avoid spending your own money, you must not spend your own money!

"No problem!" Zhao Jue readily agreed and smiled.

As he walked into the room, he continued, "I'll be right there after I change my clothes."

After returning to the room and closing the door, Zhao took out the pigeon from under the bed, wrote a note and tied it to the pigeon's leg, then opened the window and released the pigeon.

"Bait it."

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