Fighting My Way Into the League of a.s.sa.s.sins Den

　　The bouts for today were cancelled half-way through and were set to resume tomorrow.

　　Boss Shen left a job in my hands, and that is to go and see if anything strange has happened in the capital's martial world.

　　I really don't want to do this job.

　　The League of a.s.sa.s.sins and the Divine Moon Sect can't be compared, and to be frank don't have much to do with me. I frankly don't object to them carrying out a hit in the capital. There's a hit every day after all. n.o.body has the time and energy to deal with all of them. Moreover, the imperial court's warriors are guarding the capital. Even if the Black Winds Thirteen Wings were greater, there are only thirteen of them at the end of the day, so it's not like they could cause a huge ruckus.

　　But I can't just handle the job Boss Shen gave me thoughtlessly. She's smart so she'll be able to tell if I didn't put in any effort with a single glance.

　　I found a rogue make-up store and asked them to make me look like a boorish fellow in the pugilistic world.

　　Given my height, it wasn't difficult. They happily helped me put on make-up for a few pennies. Once I was ready, I walked towards my target location with a face n.o.body recognised.

　　Instead of running around looking for clues, why not go knock on their door directly?

　　And thus, I decided to go to the League of a.s.sa.s.sins branch in the capital to talk to the branch leader.

　　However, the pa.s.scode used when my s.h.i.+fu and I met the leader back then has expired. It's also extremely hard to meet with the leader of the League of a.s.sa.s.sins, no easier than trying to get my s.h.i.+fu to pay for his meal. So hoping to find him by running around randomly on the streets is wishful thinking.

　　But it's not like I have to see the leader. I just need to know what the League of a.s.sa.s.sins is doing in the capital. This much I can do.

　　I'm here. I should say the pa.s.scode now.

　　Hmm, let me have a think……

　　"Love the nation, love the family, and love your junior martial sister!"

　　As soon as I said it, a hawker with sly, slit eyes jumped out and whispered: "Beware of fires, beware of thieves, and beware of your senior martial brother!"

　　I looked at the punk. He looked back at me and like a thief asked: "I haven't seen you before brother, are you after biscuits or steamed buns?"

　　Biscuits are yellow, so that meant you were working government, steamed buns are white, so that meant you were from the sects of justice of the martial world. When they sometimes run into those from the sects of justice, they'll throw a steamed bun to a dog, and then smile at the person from the sect of justice mockingly, because they don't understand what they're on about…..

　　Their choice of words for their pa.s.scode is quite interesting.

　　They used food as placeholders for different sects, of course, with differences for sects of justice and evil sects.

　　I seem to recall that Shaolin was glutinous rice rolls with sweet bean flour, Wudang was beef with mixed cold salad, and Emei was noodle soup… All their names are f.u.c.ked up!