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Peak master?

Are you going to look for the peak master right away?

The clerk felt sweat on his forehead and wiped it with his hand.

"Peak Master...you have to make an appointment in advance, and...he may not be there..."

The lord of the Thirty-Six Peaks literally means the person with the highest status in charge of everyone.

Each generation of peak masters wears a mask all year round and never shows their true face.

The method of selection is unknown.

The identity of the peak master is unknown.

However, this position is so mysterious that when the previous peak master dies, the next one will immediately take his place.

Although no one knows how the peak master is born, as long as he/she has a card representing the peak master, everyone in the Thirty-Six Peaks will recognize him/her.

The reason why the Thirty-Six Peaks can stand firm, apart from the killers under them, is also due to the management and control of the peak masters.

As the top organization in the assassin world, Thirty-Six Peaks is unique in both its assassin abilities and its confidentiality.

Those who can be hired to go to the Thirty-Six Peaks are generally not ordinary people, at least they have to be very rich.

Wang Zi knew that the peak master usually didn't see anyone, so he had already made preparations.

Break in forcefully.

After passing through the tunnel, we arrived at the lobby of the Thirty-Six Peaks headquarters.

Almost everyone here wears a mask and is fully armed. The hall alone is filled with a cold and eerie atmosphere, and some of the killers look particularly ferocious.

As soon as Wang Zigang was brought in by the store clerk, he received countless stares.

Liaoye Yixian's name is well-known. Although he does not often come to the Thirty-Six Peaks Headquarters, many people know him.

At the reception desk in the lobby, there was a thin man wearing a hat, black tights and long boots.

He slowly turned around after hearing Wang Zi's footsteps.

On the mask, the pair of bloodshot eyes like a leopard narrowed and stared straight at him.

Wang Zi knew this person. He was the “evil ghost” Qi Gu, who was ranked eighth on the blacklist.

Qi Gu is a lonely and cold person with a scar on his left cheek that extends from his chin to his neck. He is nicknamed "Evil Ghost" because every time he kills someone, he not only takes away the target's head, but also dismembers the target, removes his tendons and skins him.

Maybe it was out of bad taste that every time he would make the murder scene covered in blood, which smelled unpleasant and disgusting.

Rumor has it that he seems to like eating human flesh and drinking human blood, but I don't know whether it is true or not.

Qi Gu and Liaoye Yixian knew each other because they took on the same mission the year Liaoye Yixian first entered the world of assassins.

At that time, Qi Gu was still ranked fifth on the blacklist, and Liaoye Yixian was unknown and had not even made the list.

Qi Gu, who originally thought he would win, underestimated Liaoye Yixian. The head he had just got was snatched away by Liaoye Yixian, and then thrown into the crowd.

Speaking of which, that scar was the masterpiece of Liaoye Yixian.

After completing the mission, I heard that Qi Gu had been looking for Liaoye Yixian, but Liaoye Yixian didn't want to get too entangled with him, so he always took the mission when he was not around.

Later, several years had passed and Liaoye Yixian was gradually forgotten.

But I didn't expect that today, by such a coincidence, I would run into my old enemy.

Thinking about the purpose of his coming here, Wang Zi did not intend to conflict with Qi Gu. He did not deliberately meet Qi Gu's eyes, but just followed the clerk to the waiting area.

"Lord Liaoye, please wait a moment. I'll see if I can get in touch..."

Wang Zi sat on the not-so-soft sofa, his bony hands resting on his legs, tapping them rhythmically.

The mask moved, and his melodious voice came out.

"Can you get me a glass of water?"

The clerk paused with his hand on the phone and nodded quickly, "Oh... OK..."

He looked at the nearest tea table and walked over.

After fiddling with it skillfully, he walked back holding the cup of water.

"Eh?"

But when he turned around, the boy was no longer on the sofa.