Inside the hunter's cabin.
Chen Mu stared intently at the white-haired old man outside through the crack in the window.
Seeing the other person disappear so quickly, seemingly strolling leisurely, Chen Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He wiped his forehead and found it was covered in sweat.
"Is the old man an assassin?"
"Who wants to kill me?"
What happened when the employer died?
"Could it be a ruse to kill me while I'm off guard?"
Chen Mu was in a state of utter confusion.
He diligently practiced calligraphy and painting, earning his money honestly and honestly, and yet someone wanted to kill him?!
The world is a difficult place, and people's hearts are treacherous!
"We must seize power as soon as possible!"
The white-haired old man's figure had completely disappeared.
