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Standing on the streets of Qingyang City, A Qi felt a bit lost, as he couldn't think of where to go first. Most importantly, he was out of money.
Staying at an inn was no longer an option; he barely had enough money left for food.
He thought about going to the Lord's Mansion to collect the remaining funds, but the Seven Kill Tower always required payment upfront. Unfortunately, his current mission was obtained through dubious means, so they likely wouldn't acknowledge it.
Robbery? That was a joke. A Qi aspired to become one of the greatest assassins; how could he engage in such a lowly act that lacked skill?
An assassin is a spirit in the darkness, a king in the shadows, taking people's wealth and averting their disasters, all while adhering to principles.
Assassination is even more of a noble art, snatching lives from the depths of despair faced by enemies—what a beautifully aesthetic act it is!
Thus, as a principled assassin, he would absolutely never resort to stealing from others!
"Gurgle."
Just as A Qi was moved by his own noble integrity, his stomach suddenly growled, pulling him back to reality and reminding him that before becoming the greatest assassin, he needed to fill his belly first.
Feeling his stomach and weighing the small amount of silver in his hand, A Qi noticed a small shop selling steamed buns by the roadside ahead. His eyes lit up as he walked toward it.
The shop was tiny, with just a few tables and chairs. Inside, an old man was busy at work. Steam filled the air, and the unique aroma of food made A Qi swallow hard.
"Old man, how much are your steamed buns?"
The old man saw a customer approaching and quickly ran out, saying, "Hello, esteemed guest! Please come in! My steamed buns are just one coin each, generous portions, and I assure you, no cheating!"
One coin each. A Qi calculated his money and boldly said, "Alright, give me twenty!"
"Twenty?" The old man was taken aback and looked at A Qi's build, doubting whether he had heard correctly. "Esteemed guest, my buns are quite large. Twenty might be too much for you to finish."
"It's fine! I have a big appetite. Twenty is no problem at all. Besides, if I can't finish them, I can take them with me," A Qi patted his chest and said.
The old man thought about it and decided not to argue further. He simply invited A Qi to sit down and went to prepare the order.
Before long, twenty buns piled up like a small mountain were brought over by the old man, drawing curious glances from several customers who had just entered the shop.
Then A Qi took a big bite out of one bun, devouring it in two bites, and quickly finished off ten buns in one go, leaving everyone in the shop stunned with their eyes nearly popping out!
They had seen people eat before but never anyone eat this fast; it was like a hungry ghost reincarnated. The old man hurriedly brought out a pot of water, fearing that this guest might choke.
After finishing ten buns in one breath and downing half a pot of water, A Qi finally felt his hunger subside. He then took his time to enjoy the remaining buns slowly.
At the same time, he observed the situation in the shop and the behaviors of people on the street, silently analyzing everything in his mind.
One of the basic principles for an assassin is to always be aware of one's surroundings to be ready to start a mission or escape at any moment. This had become second nature to him.
There was no choice; he had been trained by his twisted master since childhood, enduring torment that made life unbearable. If he wasn't vigilant enough, he would have died countless times already. That old woman never knew what mercy was and was extremely ruthless.
No wonder she has been single her whole life; with her personality, who would dare to marry her!
Hmm, this old man is quite nice, A Qi thought while chewing on a steamed bun.
He had just seen the old man give several vagrants fresh steamed buns, not the leftovers from customers, and there was no hint of impatience on his face. It seemed like a common occurrence for him, suggesting that he often did this.
After receiving the buns, the vagrants instinctively moved to squat across the street to eat, not obstructing other customers at the door. It was as if both sides maintained an unspoken understanding.
This reminded A Qi of himself; he was also an orphan. If it weren't for that twisted old woman who took him back to Seven Kill Tower, he might have ended up like those vagrants, and he might not have encountered such a kind-hearted old man.
Although the old woman had many flaws, he still felt grateful for this one thing.
So this time, he had to complete the mission and eliminate that so-called Master's Disciple to vent his anger from back then!
Thinking about the stories he had heard since childhood about back then made A Qi furious, and he bit down harder on the bun.
At that moment, a few people suddenly walked in from outside with malicious looks on their faces; it was clear they were looking for trouble. The old man's expression changed to one of panic upon seeing them.
With years of experience, A Qi quickly identified them as the typical local thugs that could be found in any city.
Sure enough, as soon as they entered, they started shouting: "Old Man, have you gathered the protection money we asked you to prepare yesterday?"
The old man approached them with a bow and a smile: "Gentlemen, I run a small business; how can I possibly have that much money? Besides, didn't I just pay you a few days ago? Why do I have to pay again?"
"That's nonsense. You said that was a few days ago. Did you eat a meal a few days ago and think you don't need to eat today? One thing at a time, hand over the money right now!"
"But I'm paying for a whole month," the old man said with a bitter face.
"Then pay for next month!"
At this moment, all the other customers in the shop had already fled, leaving only A Qi, who was captivated by the thugs' strong logic and had even forgotten to eat his steamed bun.
"Sir, I really have no money. I can't pay the protection fee either. How about you give me a few more days?" the old man pleaded.
"No money? If you have no money, then you shouldn't be running this shop! Brothers, give me... Ouch!" The leading thug shouted but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and cried out.
"Who!" He turned around abruptly and found several Vagrants across from him, clutching some broken bricks and glaring at him fiercely, clearly the ones who had just thrown them.
The thug was furious: "You little brats dare to throw things at me? Are you looking for death? And you, Old Man, still claiming you have no money while pretending to do good deeds. Since that's the case, Brothers, let's smash this shop!"
Saying this, he disregarded the old man's attempts to stop him and strode toward the Vagrants, intending to teach them a lesson; at least breaking their arms or legs would be unavoidable.
The other thugs echoed in agreement, and one of them grabbed a table, ready to flip it over.
However, when he exerted force, he found the table didn't budge at all. Looking up, he saw a young boy pressing his hand on the table with a bright smile.
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