Xia Jiye glared, "Why all the nonsense? Just do what you're told."
"Sure, do you have any other requests?" the man asked with a smile.
"Just one request: it must look like an accidental death, so as not to arouse suspicion."
Xia Jiye was clear-minded about this. He knew that if Zhao Ya, who had just been assigned as the head senior brother of the outer sect, were to be killed right afterward, it would directly anger Guan Xuejiang, and that would be more trouble than it's worth.
But as long as it could be made to look like an accident, even if Guan Xuejiang was angry, he would have no recourse.
"Alright then, I promise you'll be satisfied," the man said with a grin, and then collected half the payment as a deposit before leaving.
Even though Xia Jiye felt a pinch, a huge weight lifted from his heart.
In his view, Zhao Ya was as good as dead.
He had no doubt about these people's professionalism, considering they were a renowned assassination group throughout Beyond the World.
