Chapter 780: I am the best killer in Kyushu Continent

The desire for knowledge overcame everything. Zuo An struggled again and again. Knowing that Feng Qingchen had bad intentions, he still nodded obediently: "I want to know."

Feng Qingchen did not disappoint Zuo An. He pointed at the Nineth Uncle and Zhuang Han fighting in front of him and said casually, "Kill Zhuang Han, and I will not only tell you what this is, but also tell you how to make a parachute."

Kill Zhuang Han?

Zuo An's eyes widened: "What does Zhuang Han's life or death have to do with me?"

Why should he kill that old monster Zhuang Han? Zuo An refused to do it.

"It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with me. If you kill him, you will get everything you want." If Feng Qingqiu Chen was the big bad wolf who abducted Little Red Riding Hood, then this group of people are the demons that lure people into hell.

This opportunity was indeed huge. Zuo An hesitated for a moment, glanced at Zhuang Han who was fighting fiercely with the Ninth Prince, and considered whether to take action.

The Ninth Prince's strength is comparable to Zhuang Han's. Even though Zhuang Han had suffered a great loss before, the Ninth Prince's uncle could not do anything to Zhuang Han, and of course Zhuang Han could not do anything to the Ninth Prince's uncle either.

Neither of them can kill each other in a short period of time, but if Zuo An takes action, Zhuang Han will be dead. Zuo An's strength is no less than that of the Ninth Prince.

It doesn't take any effort for him to take action. Besides, Zhuang Han's life or death has nothing to do with him. Zhuang Han's death can bring him some benefits, which is a good thing.

It was not difficult to take action, but the reward Feng Qingchen gave was too little. Zuo An looked at Feng Qingchen, blinked his eyes, and said sincerely: "I am the best killer in Jiuzhou Continent."

In other words, the price Feng Qingchen offered to Zuo An to kill Zhuang Han was too low, so he wanted to raise the price.

Pfft... Only Zuo'an dared to say that he was the best assassin in Jiuzhou Continent, and he asked for a price with confidence. Feng Qingchen suppressed his smile and said, "I know you are the best, so in addition to the above remuneration, I will add one more thing. If you want to research weapons in the future, I will help you find any materials you need."

"Can you help me find whatever materials I need?" Zuo An's eyes lit up, and he was calculating in his mind whether this deal was a good deal.

It seems that he is at a disadvantage now, but in the long run, he is definitely the one who benefits. After all, the materials he consumes every year are an astronomical figure, and he is not good at business and cannot afford it at all. Now that a fool has stepped forward, he is of course happy.

"Of course, but there is a condition, that is, I can use what you make. If you agree, I can also provide you with some creative ideas, such as parachutes." Feng Qingchen continued to seduce the innocent child.

The innocent child struggled for a moment, but finally succumbed to the desire in his heart and nodded: "Okay, I will help you kill Zhuang Han, but if you dare to lie to me, even if the Ninth Prince of Dongling and the eldest son of the Wang family protect you, I will kill you."

"Don't worry, I'm not that stingy. It's just your money. It's not a difficult thing for me. You should understand my medical skills. If you kill me, you can get 200,000 taels of gold, and if I save one person, maybe I can get 100,000 taels of gold." This was not a joke. When Feng Qingchen decided to support Zuo An, this money-burning ancestor, he had already thought of a countermeasure.

Yun Xiao's illness hasn't been cured yet. The Yun family is so rich. If she can cure Yun Xiao, even if she can't get 200,000 taels of gold, she can at least get 100,000 taels. The Yun family is not a stingy family. Although the Yun family is now seriously injured, she can let the Yun family pay in installments, which will be just enough to support Zuo An.

One was saving a person and the other was killing someone, both were for money, but the results were completely different. Even if Zuo An didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Feng Qingchen had the capital to brag. He knew that Feng Qingchen would be rewarded with one thousand taels of gold for saving people. This woman really knew how to make money.

"I believe you." Zuo An drew the sword from his waist, jumped into the air, and pounced directly towards Zhuang Han.

Zhuang Han was fighting fiercely with the Ninth Prince, but he also heard a lot of the conversation between Zuo An and Feng Qingchen. He knew Zuo An's reputation and identity. Seeing that Zuo An was persuaded by Feng Qingchen's few words, Zhuang Han was so angry.

Sensing the murderous aura behind him, Zhuang Han felt a chill in his heart and his body froze, nearly being stabbed by the sword of the Ninth Prince. Zhuang Han quickly gathered his thoughts and barely dodged the sword, then spun around and avoided Zuo An's first attack.

Zuo An rushed over again. Zhuang Han got anxious and shouted, "Zuo An, don't forget that you are from Xiling. How can you help outsiders to deal with your own people?"

Zuo An ignored Zhuang Han and used simple sword moves that went straight to the vital points. Zhuang Han was furious and swung his sword at Zuo An. He cursed in his heart that the eldest princess's son was a good-for-nothing and a traitor, but he never considered that even if Xiling had raised Zuo An, Zuo An had almost given back to him over the years.

"I am a killer. I will kill for whoever pays." Zuo An was not affected by Zhuang Han's words. In his eyes, Zhuang Han was his target. If he killed Zhuang Han, he would have completed his mission and would not have to worry about his next life.

Although killers are cold-blooded, they are sometimes also simple-minded. There are only two things in their world: accepting missions and completing them.

"Zuo An, don't forget, even if you are a killer, you are still the son of Zuo Xiang. Don't you know what kind of troubles your actions today will bring to Zuo Xiang?" Zhuang Han wanted to eat Zuo An, but he also knew Zuo An's abilities. He could still be confident in a one-on-one fight, but he was really not sure if Zuo An and the Ninth Prince joined forces.

"Son of the Left Prime Minister? Who has admitted it? I, Zuo An, never use the name of the Left Prime Minister when doing anything, and of course it has nothing to do with the Left Prime Minister." Zuo An said sarcastically.

He really didn't like these people using his identity as an excuse. His identity didn't bring him any benefits, so why should he be bound by it?

He is Zuo An, a man who lives for himself, a killer who kills for money.

"Zuo An, you disappoint me so much. In that case, don't blame me for not giving face to Zuo Xiang." Seeing that he couldn't convince Zuo An, Zhuang Han had to make harsh remarks, but there was no way Zuo An would take him seriously.

With Zuo An's help, the Ninth Prince felt much more relaxed and gradually withdrew his attacks, leaving the battlefield to Zuo An. Of course, the assassin hired by Feng Qingchen had to play the greatest role possible and not just take the money without doing anything.

Zuo An was not angry at the Ninth Prince's behavior of exploiting labor. Not to mention that the Ninth Prince had taken action against Zhuang Han, even if the Ninth Prince escaped unscathed and left him alone to face Zhuang Han, he would not be angry.

Killing Zhuang Han was his mission. Whether the Ninth Prince helped or not had nothing to do with him. He would not ask for help from others. No one in this world was obligated to be nice to him.

Zuo An's coldness and ruthlessness made Zhuang Han at a loss. His country was of no use in front of Zuo An. Zhuang Han was beaten without any resistance by the joint efforts of the Ninth Prince and Zuo An. In the blink of an eye, several bloody cuts were made on his body.

Zhuang Han was in a miserable state, and the armor on his body could not withstand the sharp weapons in the hands of the Ninth Prince and Zuo An. With the joint efforts of the two, Zhuang Han was defeated step by step, with a hint of panic in his eyes. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be dead.

He didn't expect the Ninth Prince to be so skilled in martial arts, and he didn't expect Zuo An to take action...

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