You rascal, stop right there!

Just when the blind Bai Wan and Ling Shumo were living a mundane life in a small house in the bamboo forest.

On the other side, there is an undercurrent.

Chen Xingyi had been recovering from his injuries for a long time. He learned from someone that Bai Wan had resigned from his position as a painter because of his blindness.

Although there is no intention to kill now, the mission is not over for the master.

Someone invited him to a newly opened restaurant or teahouse in the capital, and he chose a private room in the corner to conceal his presence. When the person appeared behind the screen, he also sat down.

"Chen Sanjian!" the man said in a cold tone.

Chen Xingyi is also known as Chen Yu, which has the same "shu" as Shi.

He is an assassin who can kill people in an instant with his sharp sword at the three acupoints: Ashi point, fourteen meridian points and extra meridian points.

"Yes." Chen Xingyi dimmed his eyes and looked towards the person asking the question cautiously.

Over the years, most of the tasks we have undertaken were in exchange for payment and delivery, and we rarely meet in person.

The person who was talking to him was wearing a worn-out bamboo hat and coarse linen clothes, so his face could not be seen clearly. One could only vaguely tell that he seemed to be a man with a slightly shrill voice.

"Last time we assassinated the Prime Minister, everyone was killed. You are the only one who is still alive and you have not reported to the Lord. Do you really think we don't know where you are?"

Chen Xingyi nodded suddenly and said in a calm voice: "I was injured and had to rest for a while."

In reality, he never fully recovered from being a ruffian to this kind of life.

Compared to living on the edge of a knife, he would rather be a marginalized, ignored, and talkative scoundrel in Baiyun City.

"Han Miaoran is blind now, there is no way he can paint that picture again." The man sighed with emotion.

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

"My Lord, have you lost your patience?" Chen Xingyi looked at the screen with a deep gaze.

He looked at his hands solemnly, which had clear calluses and what seemed to be bloodstains.

The man raised his eyebrows, looking displeased: "He hasn't recovered his memory for three whole years. How many more three years does the master have?"

"So what does the Lord mean?"

On that day of the assassination, Chen Xingyi knew that Bai Wan had actually restored Han Miaoran's memory. However, the man did not say more about the painting.

"Two things!" The man held up two fingers.

Chen Xingyi listened quietly and gradually controlled his breathing.

"First, the life of the former prime minister, now the Grand Secretary Li." The voice was cold.

The person opposite him didn't move.

"Secondly, we must get the 'Number One Picture in the World'." The man's shrill voice sounded again.

Chen Xingyi swallowed slightly and looked behind the screen seriously.

"It doesn't matter whether you use witchcraft or other methods to force this man. If you can't get the painting, kill him!" The man blurted out without even thinking.

The assassin looked at him calmly. It was just killing people. He had killed many dignitaries, celebrities and powerful officials.

Although Han Miaoran was once famous in the painting world, he had the lowest status among them, and that painting was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

If they had not been brothers for many years, they would have done it without hesitation.

"What's the deadline?" Chen Xingyi asked as usual.

"One month." The man with a sharp voice was already considered gentle, "It's already a very generous period of time."

After saying this, the man turned away with a flick of his sleeves.

In an instant, the entire private room was silent, as if there was no one around and no one was talking.

Just after the others left, there seemed to be someone sitting in the room.

He closed his eyes calmly - he couldn't help himself.

He knew very well that the assassin had no power to control his own destiny, and he was afraid that one day he would really kill his brothers and friends.

Even though Han Miaoran has recovered his memory now, the master will kill him if he cannot find the painting.

Chen Xingyi stood at the door of the inn. Before he wanted to ask where Bai Wan lived now, he was startled by someone not far away.

It’s better to run away quickly!

He quickened his pace and passed through the hurrying crowd. He was dressed in black, and looked like a straw raincoat swordsman, and it was obvious at a glance that he was different from the past.

Now, the one hiding is Luo Wenqi in black clothes.

At this moment, footsteps gradually approached, and were less than ten meters away from him.

Chen Xingyi's light Kung Fu was neither too slow nor too slow, and he swiftly moved between the streets. His martial arts were more focused on killing moves, while Luo Wenqi was from an orthodox martial arts school.

He might not be able to win in a head-on fight, but when it comes to dodging and escaping unexpectedly, no one can match him.

After shaking his body several times, the man finally disappeared from Chen Xingyi's sight.

He thought that he probably wouldn't run into him.

So, Chen Xingyi sighed and returned to the restaurant he had been to before, carefully looking for the place where Han Miaoran was living in seclusion at the moment.

A voice behind him tried to call out to him, and his eyelids twitched.

"Master Chen!"