'Maybe I really misjudged him.'
"Uh—I don't get all this officialdom stuff. Maybe I misunderstood you."
At this thought, Xue Shan felt a bit embarrassed. He quickly tucked away the five hundred thousand taels of silver notes and said with a sheepish grin, "I owe you one for this. Next time you have a similar job, come to me. I'll give you a discount."
"Other assassins kill people. Have you gotten addicted to saving them?"
Su Mu couldn't help but smile.
"It's all the same. As long as there's silver, I'll do anything. It's just making money, nothing to be ashamed of."
Xue Shan stuffed the silver notes into his robes, patted his chest, and spoke with a look of delight.
Five hundred thousand taels of silver was a considerable sum for him.
The key was that he had negotiated this himself and didn't have to pay a commission to the Tower. It was pure profit.
"I remember you're not from Wuling, right? What, you're planning to stay in Wuling City?"
