The man's voice was alluring yet magnetic, and it didn't sound effeminate at all; rather, it possessed a gentle, feminine quality.

The general from Wenyi was a veteran of many battles, and every soldier around him possessed a strong, masculine spirit, having grown accustomed to battlefield combat.

What I can't stand the most is men who have no manly spirit at all, especially those who imitate women by applying makeup and drawing eyebrows.

He even wished he could chop him down with a sword upon seeing him, to avoid offending his eyes. If this person weren't the master of the Moon Pavilion,

They might be of some use to his grand plan, but Wen Yi looked down on such people, let alone conspired with them.

At this moment, his square face was dark and he was already displeased. Hearing the man's words, his anger flared up even more, and he let out a cold snort in a rough voice.

"Master, I spent a full ten thousand taels of gold, and in the end, your men didn't even touch a single hair on Helian Nie's head. Yet you're asking me for additional compensation. What a joke!"

"It's widely known in the martial arts world that your Moon Pavilion has never failed. What, is the Pavilion Master trying to ruin his reputation?"

Wen Yi's rough voice spoke each word clearly in this almost completely enclosed, dark study.

It was exceptionally deafening, especially when those tiger-like eyes glared angrily at the man, their fierceness was particularly terrifying.

Faced with Wen Yi's angry questioning, the man remained unmoved, calmly sipping his tea, looking at Wen Yi, and speaking indifferently.

"No, General, I cannot agree with your statement."

"Hmph, then tell me, what is it about what I said that you disagree with?"

The man's lips curled slightly, his long, narrow eyebrows arched slightly, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his fox-like eyes. He spoke with a profound meaning, saying...

"I ask you, General, of all the assassins you sent to kill His Majesty in the past, has any one returned alive?"

"Never."

Every assassin sent to kill Helian Nie never returned; the next time they were seen was in the court the following day, their corpses a gruesome sight.

Every time I see those corpses, it's like being slapped across the face in public. Even though no one knows, I still feel utterly humiliated.

"General, look, one of my men has returned, and he even brought us some useful information. Isn't this a breakthrough?"

The man slightly raised his chin, gesturing for Wen Yi to look at the black-clad man lying on the ground who had been dead for some time, and spoke in a charming and magnetic voice.

Wen Yi's tiger-like eyes fell on the man in black, then looked at the calm and composed man sitting on the pear wood chair. His iron fist, clenched so tightly it cracked, was clenched into a clenched fist as he spoke through gritted teeth.

He's long dead!

This brat, is he trying to fool me? He's just like that scoundrel Wenren Yu!

"General, you are mistaken. At least he escaped from the palace alive, and he brought us some useful information. How can this be compared to what you have done before?"

"What exactly is the original poster trying to say?"

Wen Yi really didn't want to play dumb with the man anymore. The result of this assassination attempt made him very unhappy. The Emperor Shadow beside Helian Nie was undoubtedly a major obstacle to his grand plan!

"If one of my men can return this time, then three or four will be able to return in the future. Assassinating the current emperor, though difficult, is not something that can be expected in the near future."

The man's fox-like eyes fell on Wen Yi's rugged face, and seeing a softening in Wen Yi's expression, a cryptic glint flashed in the man's eyes.

"General, nothing can be accomplished overnight."