Who is the Wretch Who Bought the Chieftain?

When all the names in the book had been crossed out, the man breathed coolly, "Bearing such delusions about the chieftain? Even death by a thousand cuts is getting off easy." Eyes narrowed, he turned towards the only person left alive on the platform.

It was an overweight man dressed in embroidered silk, and his face was deathly pale as he knelt limply on the ground. The man's eyes were blank and lifeless; he was clearly petrified by the killing that had taken place before him. The traumatized man trembled and looked at the man in blue pleadingly. "Mercy, my lord! Mercy!"

The blue-clothed man just looked at him from head to toe with a mocking sneer. "A hundred thousand golden leaves to have our chieftain serve you for the night? How bold."

The blue-clothed man raised his blade—and the man's hand dropped to the ground.

The chubby man shrieked in pain, wetting himself in fear. Tears running down his cheeks, he dropped into a kowtow. The man clutched at the bleeding stump that had once been his hand, shaking his head and sobbing, "No! It wasn't me! I didn't buy him!"

The blue-clothed man paused at his words. He lowered his gaze to his booklet as he flipped through it, studying the records of every participant in today's disgusting auction.

The rest had all been killed, leaving only this man. Nonetheless, the blue-robed man pursed his lips contemplatively. "It wasn't you?"

The terrified man, believing that he had a shot at survival, quickly said, "It was a woman! A woman bought him off!"

In response, the blue-clothed man searched the booklet from cover to cover, but every name in it was male, as were the corpses. There was no mention of a woman. The blue-robed man looked up from his booklet and asked icily, "Who was the woman? What's her name?"

The man shook his head in panic—how was he supposed to know? He was just here for the auction! All he knew was that the voice he heard bidding a hundred thousand golden leaves was a woman's! "I-I don't know…"

The blue-robed man narrowed his eyes. There were countless corpses littered around them. Everyone in the compound, along with the management of Winter Jasmine and that damned madam, were all dead. This was the first time he felt regret for resorting to killing so swiftly.

Someone approached them as the thought crossed his mind, and the blue-robed man turned towards him. It was Fei Chen, the one that was constantly by the chieftain's side to serve him, looking mild-mannered as ever in his usual peasant garb.

Behind him, Su Qing was in his red robes, walking barefoot over puddles of blood. His unparalleled good looks appeared unusually out of place with the white handkerchief he was holding.

Still, every black-clad assassin present knelt down upon seeing him, addressing him reverently, "Greetings, chieftain."

Su Qing looked up at the voices, his sharp eyes taking in everything at the scene. The air in the room seemed to freeze right then. Su Qing hated it the most when others stared at his face, so being paraded around and auctioned naturally left him revolted.

To their shock, after a long time, all the assassins got was a nonchalant order: "Clean up as much as you can."

He was actually tolerating the woman who bought him, and refraining from issuing a kill order!

Fei Han—the blue-robed man—quickly acknowledged his intentions. "Yes, sir!"

In less than five minutes, a towering inferno ignited over the auction center, its fires consuming even the adjoined building that was Winter Jasmine.

Su Qing stood amidst the carnage, the tips of his fingers still caressing that white handkerchief. Illuminated by the flames, the red spider lily at the corner of his eye became even more beautiful and enrapturing.

Beside him, Fei Han and Fei Chen traded glances.