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Zuo Ci pondered for a moment before responding honestly, his voice low: "But those two bastards have been killed by me!"
"That's good, that's good!"
Guan Jintang closed his eyes in sorrow. That was his only child! Now, he had met a fate where not even bones remained, his soul scattered, with no chance of reincarnation.
Fang Daoshang fell silent for a moment.
Suddenly, Guan Jintang opened his eyes wide, a fierce glint flashing within. "Hmm! Zuo Ci is still wearing someone else's black-brown skin, going by the name Fang Yuan."
"If I wanted the entire Hui Xian Men to be wiped out, could you do it?" Guan Jintang gritted his teeth and asked.
"Wiped out?" Zuo Ci looked at Guan Jintang in surprise.
Guan Boss was still as ruthless as before. Back when he had just begun his training, in the circles they moved in, he was still finding his footing. Daoist Zuo had gained fame in Tongcheng only after accepting Guan Jintang's commission.
He remembered it well: "Young Master, as long as you can ensure that Huang Laodao's entire family is exterminated, leaving not a single one alive, this million is just the deposit; there will be another million afterward!"
Desperate relatives, even with abundant wealth, could not heal their daughter. At that time, Huang Laodao was the local emperor of Tongcheng; even the officials turned a blind eye to him.
When Guan Jintang issued this commission to the Dark List, no one from Deviant Arts was willing to accept it. Huang Laodao not only had deep roots but also extensive connections; his cultivation was at the peak of Fa Jing. No one wanted to provoke him.
Yet back then, Zuo Ci had straightforwardly taken on the task. He recalled how Guan Jintang did not underestimate him for being young; instead, he admired his courage.
So many years had passed.
Once again, he heard those familiar words.
Zuo Ci suddenly chuckled, "It seems I am destined to break the killing ban!"
"Fang Master, do you have confidence?" Guan Jintang looked into Fang Master's eyes.
He was momentarily taken aback. It seemed that person's gaze was truly reminiscent of something. Lonely yet powerful. Resolute yet terrifying!
As long as it was something he wanted to accomplish, there was currently nothing he couldn't do! Years ago, when he entrusted the matter of Huang Laodao to that person, it was precisely because Guan Jintang had spent years navigating both the official and business worlds, honing a keen eye for discerning intentions.
In that person's eyes, he saw no signs of fear, tension, or trepidation; instead, he saw indifference. Yes, it was a gaze that looked down on life itself. This was also a reflection of that person's confidence in himself.
"I need all the addresses of everyone from Hui Xian Men within three days, including but not limited to direct descendants, collateral relatives, distant kin, and even friends and acquaintances!"
Zuo Ci glanced at Black Cripple.
Black Cripple shuddered in alarm. He sensed the long-absent scent of blood and chaos. This was the kind of method Daoist Zuo should possess.
With a wry smile, Black Cripple nodded, "Fang Master, take it easy. Tongcheng has been anything but peaceful lately; I don't know how many troublemakers have come in. I really don't want to move again!"
"It won't happen!" Zuo Ci grinned widely. "This time, it's absolutely foolproof!"
Lu Hun Fan's Ling Ti and Bai Liao Formation's Shi Sha—didn't they solve everything?
Who said that going on a killing spree has to be bloody and chaotic? Back then? I was young and naive! Now, I’ve matured!
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