The silvery moonlight shone down on the earth.
A black carriage slowly moved through the night.
Chen Mu leaned back in the carriage, holding a small cloth bag.
He would occasionally take out the silver inside to check its authenticity, his face beaming with a smug look, as if he had never seen anything like it before.
Diagonally opposite him, Jiejia still sat with his eyes half-closed and his face expressionless.
But his eyes, hidden beneath his eyelids, kept shifting, subtly glancing at the cloth bag in Chen Mu's hand.
"Stop peeking." Chen Mu glared at the old man with disdain. "You're supposed to be a top-tier assassin, how can you be so pathetic? Calm down!"
Jie Jia remained unmoved and calmly replied, "Twenty percent."
Chen Mu suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
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