The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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He didn't unfold it; instead, he gently tapped the top of the scroll with his long, slender index finger.

"First!"

He spoke, his voice calm and even, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer: "Qian Muzhi, Prefect of Jiaxing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two female assassins by the window and behind the door visibly gasped for breath.

Kill the local officials?

This is no ordinary business deal; it's like tearing a hole in the sky above Jiaxing!

Wang Meng ignored their reactions and continued, "On the surface, he is known as 'Qian Qingtian' (a high-ranking official) among the people, upright and honest, and highly respected. But in secret, he has handled more murder cases than you or I have ever tasted salt."

As for martial arts... so-so, still need to wait until the day after tomorrow.

This casual comment caused the woman in the lead to narrow her long, narrow phoenix eyes sharply.

She knew Qian Muzhi, and she knew even better that his prefectural government office was a government office during the day, but at night it became an impregnable fortress with heavy guards and many skilled fighters.

"I want him dead!"

Wang Meng's finger lightly traced a mark on the scroll: "He died in the backyard of the Zhihu government office, in his own secret room that no one but him could enter."

This is now almost impossible.

“Kill him, and I’ll give you…a thousand taels of gold.”

Upon hearing the amount of the bounty, the leading woman's breathing became heavy. She could feel that between her legs, her most private area, was beginning to heat up and contract uncontrollably due to extreme tension and a hint of morbid excitement.

However, what Wang Meng said next was like a thunderclap, exploding in her mind.

"Also, I want him to die... in a very ceremonial way."

A devilish smile crept onto Wang Meng's lips.

“All clothes had to be stripped off, leaving you completely naked.”

Then, he was made to kneel in the center of the secret room, prostrating himself with his forehead pressed against the ground, as if he were confessing to some unseen being.

He cannot have any wounds on his body, and not a single drop of blood can be shed.

There should also be no signs of poisoning.

Even if I had to conduct a coroner's examination and use every possible method, the only conclusion I could reach was 'death from shock'...

The air inside the room had solidified into a tangible substance.

She stared intently at Wang Guan, as if trying to see right through him.

Wang Meng smiled slightly.

As if discarding a boring toy, he casually tossed the scroll containing the biography of the prefect of Jiaxing back onto the table, making a soft "thud" sound.

The voice, however, struck the leading woman's heart like a heavy hammer.

She snapped back to her senses, breathing rapidly. Her breasts, tightly wrapped in her bodysuit, heaved violently, as if they were about to burst through the thin fabric at any moment.

She assumed that the next step would be negotiations about the price and details of this crazy plan.

However, Wang Meng gently shook his head, his eyes looking at a child who was so innocent as to be almost laughable.

"That thing I was talking about earlier...!"

He said in a nonchalant tone, as if he were talking about the weather, "It's just an appetizer, a trivial example."

This is to... test your imagination.

"Wha...what?"

This time, not only the woman in the lead, but also her two companions who had always been in the background, all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The bounty that had just been enough to turn the entire Jiaxing officialdom and martial arts world upside down was, in his words, merely a… “example”?

A chill, even deeper and more despairing than before, shot from the tailbone of the three women to the top of their heads in an instant.

For the first time, they realized that their ruthlessness and cunning, which they were so proud of, were utterly insignificant in front of this man.

Ignoring their ghostly expressions, Wang Meng slowly stood up. His tall figure cast a huge, oppressive shadow in the dim candlelight, completely enveloping the woman at the head of the group.

"As for the others, I haven't decided who to kill yet!"

As he spoke, he paced back and forth at a leisurely pace, each step seeming to tread on the women's heartbeats: "Perhaps, killing is more interesting when it's done spontaneously, isn't it?"

He walked to the center of the room, turned around, and his gaze pierced through the darkness, precisely locking onto the eyes of the woman at the head of the group.

"Three days from now, at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Jiaxing City!"

"I want your Five Poisons Sect to infiltrate, and I don't care what identity you use."

Whether you're disguised as a maidservant serving tea and water, a courtesan playing music, or even a prostitute selling your smiles… as long as you can stay inside, where I can see you.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable magic, each word clearly imprinted in their minds.

"I will be there at that time."

A cruel, mocking smile appeared on Wang Meng's face: "I will give you a signal when the banquet is at its most lively."

He extended his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped his temples twice.

"When I make this gesture, you should see clearly who my eyes are looking at."

"Then, what you need to do is very simple."

"kill him."

"Use your fastest, most ruthless, and most vicious methods to take his life in that one second."

I don't care who he is, how many guards he has, or whether he's sitting across from me or far away on the other side of the building.

Once the signal is given, his head must fall to the ground.

"have you understood?"

The entire room was deathly silent.

If the previous plan to assassinate the prefect was insane, then this plan is utterly and incomprehensibly self-destructive!

In a place like Zuixianlou, where all sorts of people mingle and masters gather, how could one assassinate one or even several unidentified, random targets in front of everyone?

What's the difference between this and deliberately jumping into a pot of boiling oil?

The woman in the lead felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Her internal energy was surging wildly through her meridians due to extreme tension.

"This...this is suicide!"

She finally managed to squeeze out the words, her voice trembling slightly with emotion: "Our sisters of the Five Poisons Sect may not have much value in their lives, but they are definitely not something we can just throw away like this!"

"and……"

She abruptly raised her head, staring intently at Wang Meng. In her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes burned a flame mixed with fear, anger, and a morbid excitement she herself was unaware of: "How...how are you going to pay for this deal?!"

"pay?"

Wang Meng smiled and slowly walked towards her, his tall shadow completely engulfing her petite yet slender figure.

"I never talk about prices with my 'tools'."

His voice was soft, yet it was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing the woman's ear and making her tremble.

She wanted to resist, to draw the soft sword hidden at her waist, and to shoot the poisoned needles into the man's body.

However, she couldn't move.

An unprecedented fear, stemming from the very instinct of life, overwhelmed her will like a cold tide.

She could only watch helplessly as the man walked up to her, their knees almost touching.

She could even smell his clean, faintly masculine scent, which powerfully dispelled the strange fragrance on her body, a mixture of various poisons, making her feel dizzy and weak in the legs.

Wang Meng didn't say anything more; he simply slowly stretched out his hand.

His movements were not fast, even somewhat slow and deliberate.

But the woman only felt a blur before her eyes, and that large hand had already penetrated all her defenses, precisely and gently pinching the jade hairpin she used to secure her hair bun.

The woman's body instantly stiffened like a stone.

"Click."

With a soft click, the hairpin was pulled away.

Her long, jet-black hair, flowing like a waterfall, was suddenly freed from all restraints, cascading down and scattering over her shoulders and back, which were taut with tension.

A few unruly strands of hair even brushed against her cheek, causing a slight itch.

At that moment, all her pretense, all her coldness, all her ruthlessness collapsed with the departure of the hairpin.

Wang Meng toyed with the jade hairpin in his hand, which still carried the warmth and fragrance of the woman's hair. His eyes, however, were like those of someone examining merchandise. He slowly swept his gaze from her loose long hair, over her slightly parted red lips in shock, and then over her high, heaving breasts that were heaving violently with her rapid breathing.

Finally, it stopped on her pert breasts, encased in tight pants, which were now trembling slightly, uncontrollably, due to humiliation and fear.

"Prove the worth of your Five Poisons Sect!"

His voice, like the whisper of a devil, resounded directly into the depths of her soul: "If you and your sisters can satisfy me at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion tomorrow..."

He leaned down slightly and brought his lips close to her ear. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, making her shiver involuntarily, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body like an electric current.

"Price... is negotiable!"

After seeing off the three women who fled in panic like startled birds, Wang Meng did not linger in the house.

He slowly walked out of the room and stepped into the small, simple courtyard covered with moss.

The night is already deep.

A crescent moon, cold and incomplete, hangs high in the inky sky, like a compassionate glint in the eyes of gods and Buddhas.

The moonlight, clear as water yet carrying a chilling cold, silently fell from the sky, enveloping the entire slumbering city of Jiaxing in a hazy and eerie glow.

Wang Meng walked to the old locust tree in the courtyard, slowly raised his head, and let the cold moonlight pour down on his face and body, casting his shadow on the ground as thin and long.

A gentle evening breeze, carrying the damp and slightly cool scent unique to the water towns of Jiangnan, softly brushed against his clothes.

The air seemed to still carry the unique, primal allure of the female assassin's body, a blend of various strange poisonous herbs.

But soon, it was blown away without a trace by the cool night wind.