"However, I have another identity as well—an assassin." Yang Ceche did not wait for Sui Yuejin to ask,

and added, "Now do you know why I came to find you?"

At this point, even the greatest fool would have understood from Yang Juehuan's words why Yang Ce had come—let alone Sui Yuejin, who was no fool. Shocked as he was, he had no choice but to accept this wretched reality.

By his understanding: he had spent money to hire an assassin and sent that assassin to kill two of the assassin's own men. And what would come of that? Even his toes could figure it out—the unlucky one was naturally Sui Yuejin himself.

"Tell me, why did you hire someone to kill Hou Lin and Bao Lin?" Yang Yanchuan said. "What motive and purpose drove you? Do these two have some grudge against you?"