In three months, he had paid off all the debts owed by his master, and Zhang San realized that the concept of 'overseas' did bring an incremental market. By then, even Zhang San alone was starting to be overwhelmed.
At this point, Zhang San had a new idea. Through the tasks in these three months, and a better understanding of the assassin business in this country, Zhang San suddenly understood some things.
"In fact, the underworld in this country is very backward," said Zhang San at the time.
This was Zhang San's original words.
The backwardness of the underworld was fully demonstrated in the confrontation between the black and white ways. No matter how much conflict there was, the white way in this country would always gain the upper hand. And from this social phenomenon, what Zhang San saw was precisely the word 'backward'.
The underworld in this country had almost no concept of bribing government officials. Once organization members were arrested, they were arrested. He had never heard of any underworld organization having a set of means to get people out, and almost every underworld organization minded its own business without forming guilds or alliances.
And sometimes when the white way alliance destroyed a certain underworld organization, basically no underworld figures would come out to uphold 'justice'.
Zhang San felt that the underworld in this country seemed to have a particularly strange ideology.
We are the underworld. How can official people possibly be willing to have contact with us? Just because we have money? They have all read books of sages, how can they get involved with us?
We are the underworld, doing all dirty things. If we are really destroyed by people of the white way, we can only blame our bad luck.
Such a Buddhist underworld was the first Zhang San had seen since being born in Dawu Country.
And Zhang San speculated that surrounding small countries were probably like this too.
Although brothels, gambling houses and five stone powder were not Zhang San's expertise, just starting from the assassin business, Zhang San could still feel their backwardness more thoroughly.
Since there were very few martial arts masters in this country, the first master of a country, who was only at the middle stage of the Earth Realm, was telling.
Therefore, in the assassin community of this country, most tasks could actually be accomplished by means like 'poisoning', 'sneak attacks', 'disguising to gain trust', etc., after all, masters were really rare.
For example, Zhang San's first task was to assassinate a local bully and evil gentry.
At that time, he heard that this evil gentry had dozens of people at the martial artist level protecting him, so Zhang San got in by responding to a notice recruiting people at the gentry's manor, and succeeded in completing the task by poisoning the food the next day.
To be honest, the speed of completion surprised even Zhang San himself.
Or another task was to kill an underworld boss at the upper stage of the Person Realm.
After Zhang San learned that this boss liked to gamble, during a time when the underworld boss won big at gambling and was ecstatic, Zhang San disguised himself as a gambler in the casino, and directly completed the task by suddenly attacking when the boss was off guard.
Again, Zhang San himself was somewhat surprised that the task could be completed so simply and quickly.
Because in Dawu Country where the assassin business was extremely prosperous, a villain or underworld boss had many people who wanted them dead. So they themselves certainly knew that, and their vigilance would be extremely strong.
Unless someone could spend a lot of money to hire a master at the middle or upper stage of the Earth Realm, otherwise, relying on poisoning food or disguising as a croupier to catch them off guard would almost never be able to kill a villain or underworld boss with extremely high vigilance.
But the personnel in the assassin community in this country were still stuck in the stage of covering their faces at night and then going to kill.
Zhang San had even inquired where he could buy Seven Steps Powder.
Surprisingly, the underworld in this country didn't even have Seven Steps Powder!
Too backward!
This made Zhang San realize that perhaps those little gangsters under him only needed to be trained in some simple martial arts. As for disguise and acting, Zhang San could even teach them himself. Poisons like Seven Steps Powder could also be imported from Dawu Country.
This way, it was possible for these gangsters to turn from half useless staff who helped him take jobs into assassins who could replace him!
That night.
Zhang San tore off the human skin mask he had been wearing for three months, and smiled at the dark night.
Because he realized one thing.
Why were those capitalists, oh no, those hardworking underworld businessmen, so rich? Of course it was because of the group under them who would risk life and limb to kill!
Zhang San had resented those underworld businessmen very much, feeling that all their actions were exploiting upright assassins like himself.
But when Zhang San realized he could also become one of them.
Zhang San, he had fallen!
That night, he even started drafting employee training manuals, oh no, professional assassin training manuals!
That night, he even started preparing how to defeat the white way and corrupt officials after making big money!
That night, he could even see his bright future.
He even imagined that one day in the future, he would stand on the podium and tell the assassins under him how hard he, Zhang San, had worked to attain his status today. Thereby, telling those young assassins that as long as you work hard in his organization, one day, you can be successful like me.
As for how exactly Zhang San worked hard, of course that would be a trade secret.
Zhang San even thought about how to motivate those young assassins in the future. He would say:
"What, do you young people expect the tasks to be easy? Jobs can be taken casually? Targets can be taken care of with one stab?"
"No way!"
Zhang San was convinced that in the future, these two sentences would definitely move those young people to work desperately for him, oh no, for the prosperity of the entire underworld.
And so, Zhang San looked forward to the future, then fell asleep.
Then the next day, all his fantasies were shattered by reality in an instant!
Zhang San always remembered that it was a morning when he had just put on the human skin mask and received a message from the gangsters under him. Another assassin from Dawu Country had appeared in this small country, and it seemed to be a top master from the Earth List of Dawu Country.
In that instant, Zhang San realized that his business empire had collapsed before it was even built.
Zhang San regretted very much that he realized he had made a fatal mistake, which was touting himself as being from Dawu Country when he first arrived in this small country.
Presumably it was because of his extremely outstanding performance in the assassin circle these three months, which made Zhang San, this mysterious assassin from Dawu Country, increasingly famous in the underworld. Coupled with the close ties and accessible trade routes between this small country and Dawu Country, news naturally reached as well.
This attracted fellow daoists from Dawu Country.
Reasonably, one more person sharing the market in a country shouldn't matter much. But Zhang San still felt desperate.
Because he knew what would happen next.
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