"Generally speaking, it's the harmony between high mountains and flowing water with a soulmate, and the stinky water twins of low mountains..."
"It's a pleasure to trip up the opposing forces."
Ansheng shrugged, vividly describing the assassination process and background within the wedding banquet hall.
Initially, the Longevity Club was at odds after losing to the Mayflower in Ahmei's elections, leaving the landlords with a simmering indignation.
Just due to balancing interests from all sides, the landlords couldn't act on Ahmei's turf.
The ones who kicked the assassins hardest, shouting cunning schemes, were all part of the Longevity Club gang.
"So... Master Fuli, what do you suggest? I find the assassination logic quite bizarre, it doesn't feel like a proper assassination."
"It's more like someone's trying to disgrace you..." Jin Wanlin glanced at the assassination group on stretchers, swollen like fathead fish, and the white-haired soul slipping out, shaking his head.
