88: Chapter 88 Assassination in Progress—The Treasure Presentation!!

A few minutes later.

After passing through several inspections, relying on Sun Qian's connections, the two proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

As for worrying about being recognized by the bandits, Chen Yichuan had long since made preparations, applying a bit of makeup before setting off.

In a word, unless Zuo Shan Diao stood right in front of him and examined him carefully, it was unlikely he would be recognized.

However, that was already impossible; Zuo Shan Diao had been assigned to guard the gate and was currently being left out in the cold.

Of course, Qingfeng Stronghold also had a portrait of Chen Yichuan, but the portrait and the person himself were completely different.

Anyone who wanted to inspect them was blocked by Sun Qian.

It had to be said, this guy Sun Qian really got things done after taking money, and he truly had connections—it wasn't just bragging.

On the way, Chen Yichuan heard from others that Sun Qian seemed to be the cousin of Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing and was highly valued.

...

Clatter.

After a few more inspections, Chen Yichuan finally entered the main hall, the place where the bandits held meetings and feasts.

At this moment, his ears were filled with all sorts of noisy, chaotic sounds.

However, Chen Yichuan turned a deaf ear to them, his sharp gaze falling on the main seat in the center of the hall: Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe.

With just one glance, Chen Yichuan recognized him.

Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe was a bald, burly man, and he was also the person with the strongest aura here.

Having confirmed the target, Chen Yichuan quickly withdrew his gaze, acting as if nothing was amiss.

"Hmm? Someone seems to be staring at me. Killing intent?"

Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe, who was holding a wine cup, murmured softly. He looked around but didn't find anything, so he simply ignored it.

Just then,

"Big Brother, what are you looking at? The fine wine is here, brought by that kid Sun Qian. Try it, it's quite good."

Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing, who had come up to offer a toast, paused and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, pour the wine!!"

Gulp, gulp.

As the fine wine went down his throat, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe's face lit up with joy, and he laughed heartily: "Hahaha, good wine, good wine! This wine is not bad. I know this guy Sun Qian; he seems to be your cousin, right?"

"Where is he? Tell him to come up; I want to reward him heavily."

Hearing this, Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly beckoned backward.

Seeing this, the two who had been waiting ten meters away were both overjoyed.

Chen Yichuan very naturally and discreetly stuffed a one-hundred-tael silver note into Sun Qian's bosom, lowering his voice: "Master Sun, it's up to you now."

"Hehe, Brother Ritian, rest assured." Sun Qian cast a reassuring look and strode toward the first chair in the center of the hall.

Seeing this, Chen Yichuan nodded.

He then looked around and was shocked to discover that in the small Qingfeng Stronghold, there were actually over a dozen players.

If not for the player identity prompt being disabled, "Chen Yichuan!!" would be written in bright, clear letters, and he would have long since been hacked into mincemeat by others.

"Just a single Qingfeng Stronghold has over a dozen players. With a million players in the public beta… the pressure is quite high."

"But right now, assassinating Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe is the top priority."

Chen Yichuan pondered in his heart, looking at Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe on the main seat.

It made a surge of anger rise within him involuntarily.

However, he quickly suppressed it; after all, he still had to offer the treasure later and couldn't afford to blow his cover.

"What??"

"A mere bandit actually has such a precious sword? Sun Qian, are you lying to me?"

Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe's fierce, scrutinizing gaze landed on Sun Qian.

It instantly made Sun Qian's heart tremble, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, trembling and unsteady.

"No... no, Hall Leader, I'm not lying to you. Let Zhao Ritian come up, and you'll see for yourself."

Sun Qian kowtowed heavily, his eyes lowered, not daring to look directly at Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe.

Seeing this, Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing cupped his hands and chimed in: "Hall Leader, why not see him? Perhaps that little bandit's ancestors were wealthy; what if…"

As soon as these words were spoken, Deputy Hall Master Li Fei, who had been resting with his eyes closed, was immediately displeased: "No! Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can see the Hall Leader? Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing, what do you take my Black Tiger Hall for?"

"An appraisal hall?!"

"You…" Deputy Hall Master Zhao Qing glared, looking at Deputy Hall Master Li Fei with a sour expression.

The two deputy hall masters had always been at odds.

Taking this opportunity, Deputy Hall Master Li Fei naturally spoke up to mock him.

Just as the two were about to argue, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe raised his hand to interrupt, shouting coldly: "Enough! Since the person is here, bring him up."

"I want to see what grade of precious sword it is!!"

"Hehe, if that so-called Zhao Ritian is just spouting nonsense, just drag him out and behead him. Summon him!! Zhao Ritian!!"

As his voice fell, the two instantly quieted down, staring at each other.

Immediately after, "Summon! Zhao Ritian, step forward!!"

A loud voice rang out suddenly, instantly causing the crowd of bandits to look over; even the bandits who were dead drunk couldn't help but look.

No other reason.

Zhao Ritian!

This name was too domineering.

Especially the players among the bandit crowd, who were all struck as if by a bolt of lightning, shocked beyond measure.

Zhao Ritian.

This name sounded very Blue Star.

Could this Zhao Ritian also be a player?

Carrying this doubt, the dozen or so players in the main hall stared in unison at Chen Yichuan, who was walking forward step by step.

They were all stunned, looking at each other, revealing expressions of shock and disbelief.

It was as if they were all saying, "This person is actually not a player!! What a badass name!!"

Chen Yichuan, at the center of the vortex, was completely unaware.

At this moment, his mind was entirely focused on how to kill Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe and how to act more convincingly.

Holding the blood soul sword in his hands, with his head lowered, he walked step by step to the front of Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe.

Five meters, three meters, two meters.

Just as Chen Yichuan was about to take another step forward, a sharp shout suddenly rang out.

"Stop right there!!"

Hearing this, Chen Yichuan nodded in agreement, smiling, while desperately suppressing the urge to stab Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe to death with one sword strike.

Attacking rashly might not kill him in one blow.

Poison! The bone-softening powder was more reliable.

"Yes!! This small one, Zhao Ritian, greets the Hall Leader and the two Deputy Hall Masters!!"

Holding the blood soul sword, Chen Yichuan bowed and shouted.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"Bring it here."

Before Chen Yichuan could offer it up, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe impatiently snatched the precious sword from Chen Yichuan's hands.

Clang.

The scabbard was drawn, revealing a gleam of cold light, and the dark red blade shone brilliantly.

With just one glance, it made people want to possess it.

Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe was no exception.

As soon as the blood soul sword was in his hands, his face instantly lit up with joy: "Good sword!! It definitely reaches the blue grade. Not bad, not bad!!"

Blue grade!

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene instantly fell silent, and pairs of scarlet, greedy eyes stared fixedly at the blood soul sword.

A minute later, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe happily accepted the blood soul sword, and only then did he turn his gaze to Chen Yichuan.

"Hehe, the sword is not bad!"

"Speak up, kid, what do you want?? I will grant you anything!!"

Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe was in a very pleasant mood, asking with great interest.

In normal times, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe would have already turned hostile and had someone dragged away.

But now it was different.

Firstly, they were in public; secondly, Hall Leader Zhao Shanhe truly liked the blood soul sword.

While speaking, he didn't even look at Chen Yichuan, his eyes fixedly staring at it, refusing to look away.

Hearing this, the corners of Chen Yichuan's mouth curled slightly upward.

The fish was beginning to take the bait.

Next, he needed to continue applying pressure; it was time to use the poison.

Thump.

Without hesitation, Chen Yichuan prostrated himself on the ground with extreme sincerity: "Hall Leader! I want the position of Deputy Hall Master of Black Tiger Hall!!"

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