After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

When the masked people at the door saw Jiang Hao looking at them, they all stood up.

The black market regulations prohibit the use of knives, but they do not say that you cannot beat someone with your bare hands.

Jiang Hao knew what they were going to do when she saw their posture. She was not afraid, but she was here to look for someone, not to cause trouble. She quickly asked, "Excuse me, brothers, is Fatty Hunchback not here today?"

Fat hunchback?

It turned out to be a murder for hire!

You told me earlier!

Several people sat back like springs and turned their heads to look at the corner.

Jiang Hao followed their gaze and saw a little person wearing a fat child's mask sleeping in the corner.

The reason why he is called a little guy is mainly because he is estimated to be less than 1.2 meters tall and is lying on his back with his legs spread out.

"It's business!"

Someone shouted, and the man suddenly flipped over and sat up, and a childish voice rang out: "Where is the guest?"

Children's voice?

Could the fat hunchback be a child?

Jiang Hao thought it was unbelievable, but still walked straight towards him.

"You want to hire someone?"

The childish voice once again reached Jiang Hao's ears. He took Jiang Hao to the next room and said, "As long as you can afford the price, we have any killer you want."

Next door is a small room with no windows, only a table and two stools, and very limited space.

No wonder you have to sleep outside.

Jiang Hao sat down with the fat hunchback and took out two silver notes worth 100 taels: "I won't kill anyone, but I want to find out who hired the killer."

"Are you playing with labor?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty slapped the table with a bang, and flew into a rage: "The black market has its own rules, and the Assassin's Alliance has its own rules. You want to break the rules for just two hundred taels? You're probably here to cause trouble!"

"Two hundred taels is not enough, how about twenty thousand taels?"

"Twenty thousand..."

Who does he want to find out?

The fat hunchback suddenly stuttered and his voice began to mumble.

What is the concept of twenty thousand taels?

One copper coin could buy two steamed buns, one tael of silver could buy two thousand steamed buns, twenty thousand taels of silver...

Enough to kill the million people in Kyoto!

Seeing him hesitate, Jiang Hao immediately took out a stack of silver bills from the space, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose (although the fat hunchback couldn't see it because of the mask), but his eyes were filled with a playful and smiling gleam.

Naked temptation!

The fat hunchback tried his best to resist the urge to reach out and take the money again, but he saw that the rough and generous man opposite him had already stood up and took the banknote: "Since it is difficult, then I will bother you." Then, she took out another banknote and handed it to the other party: "These are considered a good relationship."

It's one hundred taels for making a good connection, and twenty thousand taels for just leaking a little information. This business is quite profitable.

"and many more……"

The fat hunchback slid down from the chair and called out to Jiang Hao, who had already stepped out of the door: "What do you want to ask?"

Jiang Hao shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, I should have figured out who it was, so I won't ask. I don't have to break your rules, it's the best of both worlds."

Fat hunchback: “…”

What the hell, let’s play!

After seeing 20,000 taels of silver, how could he still be interested in this little "good fortune"?

"Eighteen thousand taels!"

"Fifteen thousand taels!"

"Ten thousand taels!"

"Eight thousand taels!"

……

The fat hunchback chased Jiang Hao to the gate, looked at Jiang Hao's feet about to step out of the door, and said with gritted teeth: "Five hundred taels, no less!"