The greater the storm, the more valuable the fish.
Conversely, to catch the most precious fish, one also needs to stir up a massive tempest.
Bai Wuxin had once created such restlessness throughout Phoenix City with his own power, keeping officials both in office and retired on edge, terrified that the unknown assassin would suddenly target them.
The Blood-Handed Man Slaughter, after all, never left any survivors.
After all the members of the Ghost Assassination Group had left, Bai Wuxin approached Tang Fei and spoke up, "You had me watch over the Wuyou Palace, and now we have a lead."
"Hmm?" Tang Fei looked at Bai Wuxin with a grin, gazing at his handsome face until he didn't wish to look any longer.
How could he look like this?
Fortunately, he wasn't interested in women, and neither was he into men...
"We have spotted that person," Bai Wuxin said. "Fearing we might scare him off, we have yet to make a move."
"Then let's go have a look," Tang Fei nodded.
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