Regarding the incident where Master choked to death on a chicken leg, Zhang San had always felt remorseful about it, after all Master died right in front of his eyes.
He remembered that at that time Master was eating with great enjoyment, and he was too lazy to haggle with Master, so he went to wash the dishes. When he heard a strange noise from the kitchen, Zhang San ran back to the dining table, but unfortunately Master had already choked to death at that point.
What a pity.
Master was an Earth-rank expert, having only lived to the age of 82 before dying prematurely.
Zhang San had always felt especially aggrieved about this, but he did not forget Master's teachings to him over the past 20 years for a moment.
From the age of 8 when he started following Master to be an assassin, to the age of 15 when he carried out his first independent assassination.
In Zhang San's memory, the most memorable thing Master had ever said to him was on the first day he worked as an independent assassin, right before he went out the door, Master said to him.
"My disciple, this world is simply a ghost world, a dog-eat-dog world. It's not our fault that we were born into this world."
"Therefore, if when carrying out assassinations, you encounter someone who seems extremely innocent and pitiful, don't show mercy either."
"Because as long as you recall your own life, you will know that you have suffered much more than them."
Zhang San had an especially deep impression of those three sentences. If at the end Master didn't add that sentence "Also, your Master is still at home waiting to eat chicken legs", Zhang San felt like the impression would have been even deeper.
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Zhang San walked into Xiaoyun County and stopped in the bustling market.
He was now ready to take on a mission.
Even though not a professional assassin, he was still an assassin after all, and there was no escaping from the act of killing people.
In his 20 years as an assassin, Zhang San had killed many villains. Although he did not kill women and children, he also dared not say that all the people he had killed were bad guys, for example that scholar from a few days ago.
There were even some who seemed very pitiful and miserable.
But every time Zhang San took action, he would recall Master's three sentences, then say to himself in his heart:
Don't compare misfortunes with me.
I'm afraid you can't beat me.
Alright.
Zhang San slapped himself in the face, pulled himself together, it was time to get to work!
He told himself: Don't forget, you are an assassin, a professional assassin.
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It must be said that becoming a professional assassin for an assassin organization, the money earned would definitely be much more than being temporarily hired by an assassin organization.
For example, for that scholar Zhang San killed a few days ago, the mission reward was 100 taels of silver. The organization that issued the mission was Baiyun Prefecture's number one underworld assassin organization - Black Cloud.
For temporarily hired assassins like Zhang San, they would usually only get half of the reward money, which was 50 taels.
Now let's look at professional assassins, using the Black Cloud assassin organization as an example. For the Black Cloud assassin organization's recruitment ad for assassins in Baiyun Prefecture, Zhang San had actually seen it himself before, and had even been tempted at the time.
After all with base pay plus commission, plus free room and board, plus given that regardless how powerful one was, the number of missions one could take per month or year was limited. It was impossible to literally be on the job contributing everyday of the entire year right. Therefore, due to having base pay and commissions, professional assassins generally had higher total income compared to non-professional assassins.
However Zhang San had already been a non-professional assassin for 20 years.
The reason was that while being a professional assassin earned more money, it wasn't stable enough!
Zhang San had also been shaken by the appeal of a professional assassin's salary before, but he firmly rejected the temptation for three reasons.
The first reason was that assassin organizations were not charities. They were proper underworld organizations.
They all said businessmen were black-hearted, but don't they know that compared to underworld businessmen, those regular businessmen were already both virtuous and talented.
Assassin organizations invested money and effort to train or nurture a group of assassins. So in order to ensure control over these assassins, they would definitely investigate the assassins, and even demand the assassins to actively hand over all genuine personal information.
Then after obtaining this information, the assassin organizations would proactively investigate the assassins' relatives and friends, especially family members.
If the assassins were later disobedient, the consequences...
So as it's been said, they are genuine underworld organizations, what sinister things can they not do?
But Zhang San had been orphaned at a young age, and Master had died 3 years ago. Based on reason there shouldn't have been these concerns, Zhang San's prudent nature led him to naturally think of a problem.
If an assassin did not have any close relatives and was an orphan, how would the organization ensure his loyalty and control?
Of course it would be done through drugs.
It's been heard that in earlier years there was an assassin organization called Lingjiu Palace. They really liked giving their assassins under them a drug called the Life and Death Talisman to take. After ingesting this poison, they would have to take the antidote every year, otherwise they would suffer agonizing pain worse than death.
Although this method was sinister, it worked! It almost 100% guaranteed the assassins' loyalty.
But this method was eventually rejected and scorned by others in the industry, and Lingjiu Palace declined.
But this case existed as a precedent. Zhang San did not believe what was written in those recruitment ads, about absolutely not drugging assassins, or anything written about them being a proper underworld organization that firmly opposed any sinister means.
Those ads were preposterous!
Not long ago the assassin organization Black Cliff was exposed to have been secretly putting the "Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill" into the food and meals of their assassins below them. It provoked the condemnation of all underworld assassins for a time, not knowing if it was purely to condemn this kind of behavior, or to vent anger at this damned Black Cliff for exposing inside secrets of the industry.
The second reason was how could you guarantee that the missions the organization assigns you would definitely be within your capability? Maybe the organization itself doesn't know the target's true strength.
In the jianghu, a group of assassins were ordered in one day's time to kill an ordinary looking person with seemingly no martial arts skills at all. At this time if you were a professional assassin, could you rebel against the organization's orders?
The answer was of course you could not. As for why you could not, please see reason number one.
Then this group of assassins would get killed in counterattacks by the ordinary looking person with seemingly no martial arts skills at all. Were there not enough cases like this already in the jianghu?
But if you were a non-professional assassin, then you would have ample time to observe the target. And if worst came to worst you could give up on the mission right?
Thirdly, what would you do if the organization did assign you a mission that exceeded your capabilities, but did not tell you about it?
In the jianghu, there were instances of a concealed and low-profile expert being suddenly surrounded by a group of assassins one day. After fighting for an entire day and night until exhausted, and finally dealing with the opponent, they would get killed by another wave of assassins concealed in hidden areas. Had you not heard of events like this before?
Zhang San believed that this was a means that many assassin organizations exploited their staff...oh no, exploited assassins.
After all in the jianghu there was this poem:
Protect Earth-rank low stage well, Earth-rank mid stage a gem.
Earth-rank high stage money tree, Star-rank assassin worse than grass.
In Dawu Country where everyone practiced martial arts, even a random small-time gangster on the big streets could be a low stage of Earth-rank.
If you put yourself in the shoes of an assassin organization's boss, and received a mission to assassinate a low stage Earth-rank expert, but your Earth-rank mid stage and above assassins were still on missions. A low stage Earth rank could be counter-killed by himself, two could also possibly be counter-killed, three would then make expenses higher than revenue, after all commissions had to be paid out.
But giving up on the mission represented lost considerable revenue, reputation could also suffer damage.
As capitalists, oh no, as proper underworld businessmen, money was definitely, surely, necessarily, absolutely, always, absolutely, not important.
However! Since reputation was involved, how could their underworld businessmen engage in actions like "giving up on missions"? Even though low stage Earth-rank were powerful, with enough people they could still be overwhelmed. So when it came down to it there was a choice to be made.
In the end which unlucky fools would have to be the first wave of assassins?
According to Zhang San's life experience, unless you were the boss's own son or illegitimate son, or the son of a high-level member of the organization, otherwise you really could not guarantee that you would definitely not be in the first wave.

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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."