You rascal, stop right there!

Prime Minister Li Simeng of Da Ying ascended the Jiaye Temple and lit lamps to commemorate the 26 innocent people who died in the Jiangzhou case.

This move claims to be compassionate and announced to the world:

"From now on, I will set up memorial tablets and light lamps for those who died because of me instead of killing Bo Ren, and provide financial support to their families..."

Every word in this voice is sincere, and the sound comes from the ancient temple.

Although everyone in the world knows that this is a disregard for human life, they have to accept this light-hearted consolation.

Bai Wan looked through the window at the people under the Buddhist temple and sneered: If you count them all, you have taken more than twenty-six lives.

The sunlight shone on his red clothes and handsome face, and he was so surprised that he paused for a moment: it was as if he was a cold plum blossom standing in the snow.

"That's all I can do." His eyes were complex and changing as he curled his lips in a smile.

"I'm useless..."

At this moment, the sound of rustling clothes came from the bushes.

Several men in black rushed forward, pointing their swords at Li Simeng's body.

The urgency and coercion were about to put this man to death.

In particular, one of the men in black rushed forward with a sword in his hand, almost risking his life.

what--

There is an assassin!

A scream spread throughout the temple.

Li Simeng's face was pale. He let go of the servant who had casually pulled him to block the arrow. The man seemed to be dying.

His eyes were cold, and if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been the one to die.

"Someone, catch the assassin!"

Before he could finish his words, many people around him rushed out without caring about what was happening around them and wanted to kill him.

However, they did not expect that these so-called assassins were no match for the soldiers under the Li Mansion. The assassins were hacked to death in terror.

In the end, most of them died on the spot.

The Buddhist land suddenly turned deep red, and countless male monks dispersed.

"Come here, shoot these assassins on the spot."

There seemed to be a chill in Li Simeng's tone.

In the dim light, Bai Wan, who was not far away, seemed to see these people die on the spot, and a chill rose in his heart.

He saw everything with his own eyes, but could only hide behind the Buddha statue in the window frame, his lips trembling helplessly.

All I could hear outside was shouting and the sound of weapons clashing.

Bai Wan saw a killer in black being stabbed by someone, and he fell under the table while swaying.

Finally, it ended with the sound of whistling wind.

On the day of the memorial ceremony and lighting of candles, the news that Prime Minister Li was assassinated by dozens of people spread, but the ceremony was still ended according to the regulations and the Prime Minister's Mansion was returned.

Bai Wan knew that it was normal for someone to assassinate this treacherous prime minister, but he did not expect that all the attempts would fail and a life would be lost in vain.

Late at night, he and the monks carried the bodies one by one to the back mountain to bury them.

Even though he was a killer, it was still a human life after all. His body should not be left exposed in the wilderness and pollute the Buddhist land.

However, in the middle of the night, when he was helping to clean up the bodies, he found that there was one person who seemed to be alive.

He swallowed and kicked the man, only to see a red mark on the back of his neck that looked very familiar.

He immediately removed the black scarf on the man's face, revealing a familiar face.

"Chen Yu?" Bai Wan was so shocked that he almost wanted to take a step back.

He never imagined that Chen Yu, the gangster who had been with him for three years, was actually a killer.

He is the only one who survived among all the killers.

So, with a calm look on his face, he took off his eye-catching black coat after careful consideration and put on the clothes of the servant who had been killed next to him.

……

The official residence of Daying Painting Academy.

When the person on the bed woke up, he found himself in a simple house and his wounds had been bandaged.

What immediately caught my eye was Bai Wan, who was holding a bowl of medicine with a complicated expression on his face.

"Boss...Boss..." he said hesitantly.

I never thought that we would meet in this state, and it seems that my identity has been exposed.

The wound on my back still hurts a bit.

Bai Wan got angry when he saw this man.

Since he knew martial arts, why did he pretend to be weak and wanted to rescue me and take me as his younger brother?

He said with a dark face: "Chen Er, who are you and why do you want to kill Prime Minister Li?"

It turns out that the visits and trips he made every now and then in the past were all for the purpose of carrying out assassination missions.

Looking at the gloomy face of the person opposite him, he suddenly didn't dare to speak.

After a long while, he trembled and said, "Chen Yu, also known as Chen Xingyi. I killed Prime Minister Li because my master ordered me to do so."

It's the same as saying nothing after talking for so long.

Bai Wan looked gloomy and said nothing: "Then if we stay in Baiyun City and call me boss, what does that mean..."

Looking at this man's face, Chen Xingyi felt that he was about to cry. "It was also the master's order. In fact, I went to Baiyun City to kill you."

Bai Wan smiled brightly: "Is it to kill Han Miaoran?"

The person opposite him narrowed his pupils, shocked that this person actually said this name.

After a long while, he calmly lowered his head and said, "I did intend to kill you at first, but later I changed to surveillance."

Bai Wan raised a teasing smile at the corner of her lips: "Tell me, what is the purpose?"

How could he have deserved to have his identity hidden and been monitored for three whole years?

I clearly wanted to beat this guy to death, but when I saw that he was injured, I could only give in.

Chen Xingyi sighed softly: "Because of the painting you drew that was the best in the world, the previous emperor dismissed all officials because of that painting."

"Ha ha……"

Bai Wan sneered calmly twice and no longer wanted to mention the ability of this painting.

Then, Chen Xingyi told him.

At first, he really did receive an order to hunt down Han Miaoran, but after discovering that the person had lost his memory, his master's order became surveillance.

He even wanted Bai Wan to learn painting well and continue his painting skills so that he could redraw the picture.

In response, Bai Wan asked, "So you were the one who set the fire at Zhengzhou Danqingyuan?"

Get an affirmative nod from the person opposite.

In order to enable Bai Wan, who was just starting to learn painting, to be admitted to the Painting Academy as soon as possible and restore his previous talent.

The man smiled bitterly, it seemed that he was not mistaken that day.

All the painting students who took the exam that year had to hack this man to death eight hundred times. How could they ever repay their debt?

"Is it worth it just for a painting?" Bai Wan had deep doubts in his heart.

He had already paid a lot for this painting, but he didn't expect that someone would be so obsessed with it.

Chen Xingyi... just for this thing, he stayed in Baiyun City for three years and called himself the boss of this gangster.

The man opposite sighed and said, "Although I don't know what you painted, it is rumored that this painting can save people, kill people, and even control all officials."

Hearing this, the person on the other side felt distressed: "This is absurd and nonsense. No matter how many times Han says it, there will always be people who don't believe it."

He only felt cold contempt in his heart. He wondered how long these self-righteous people would hold on to this thing, or rather, how long would they hold on to him.

"Boss..." Chen Xingyi seemed to no longer be able to pretend to be the ruffian he used to be. "I... have really treated you as the boss for the past three years. No..."

Suddenly, he felt even more pain in his back and coughed twice through gritted teeth.

"Drink the medicine and don't run around!" Bai Wan closed his eyes helplessly and said, "Stay here with me first, and wait until the storm is over before leaving."

Of course he knew that Chen Xingyi truly regarded him as the boss.

Otherwise, I would not have been alive until now.

The brotherhood of these three years is not fake.

Chen Yu is his most trusted younger brother. It can almost be said that wherever he goes, this person follows him.

But a ridiculous thought came to my mind: there is actually someone who can cheat even more than me, my position as the boss is no longer secure.

That day.

The news of Li Cheng's assassination spread all over the world.

None of the killers survived.

Chen Xingyi was recuperating from his injuries in the official residence of Daying Painting Academy, also known as the Baiwan official residence.

He wasn't actually the best fighter, but because he was small and agile, he managed to hide under the table and survive.

This man was unwilling to say who his master was, and Bai Wan did not ask. He even gave his bed to the injured Chen Xingyi and slept on the floor himself.

In this regard, Chen Xingyi really felt that being brothers with the boss for three years was worth it.

He immediately called "Daddy Bai" several times sincerely, expressing his willingness to be a good son.