Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 169: Chapter 111 Assassination! Who told you I’m in the Refining Body Realm?_4

Su Yunjin thought to herself that her household consumed a lot of grain and, with two men, fifty catties of grain wasn’t too much, so she bought fifty catties.

But it was too much for her to carry, and even with all her strength, she only managed to get it to the tofu shop’s entrance.

Seeing the tofu shop reminded Su Yunjin that her husband had praised their tofu as delicious just yesterday, so she went over to ask if there was any tofu left. Fortunately, there was one piece left. Knowing how popular the tofu was, she quickly bought it and asked to leave the grain there for a while, planning to come back for it after delivering the tofu home.

As fate would have it, she ran into the proprietress, a woman with a ’warm heart,’ who offered to help deliver the grain to Yunjin’s home.

Unable to refuse such generosity, the scene from just before unfolded.

Of course, Su Yunjin wasn’t an exception. Everyone knew the foxy mistress of the tofu shop, who was skilled at seducing men and doling out small favors to neighbors and neighbors alike, winning over their hearts.

Thus, Su Yunjin accepted the proprietress’s help and learned her name was Third Miss Hua.

So, Su Yunjin addressed her as Sister Hua.

Third Miss Hua returned to her shop with a scowl and immediately said to the staff nearby, ”Tell Old Zhong to cancel the plan. The intelligence was wrong; that Chen Jiusi is not at the Refining Body Realm.”

”Ah, he’s not at the Refining Body Realm?”

At this moment, a staff member exclaimed in shock, aware that an intelligence error could be fatal in their line of work as assassins!

In such cases, they were fully entitled to call off the assignment and keep the deposit.

Hearing this, another staff member said, ”Yes, boss, I’ll go find Old Zhong right away!”

Third Miss Hua nodded slightly.

She looked at the sky and asked, ”What time is it now?”

”It’s almost 7 PM,” came the response.

Upon hearing that, Third Miss Hua frowned and said, ”I hope no one has taken the assignment.”

The Black Market’s roster for assignments was anonymous, allowing various assassins who couldn’t show their faces to take on jobs. Once they took an assignment, they were no longer in contact with the Black Market, which made it very difficult to track them down.

An assassin’s first step was to go into hiding, so even the assassin organization wouldn’t know their location once they were out on a job.

All they had to do was wait for the outcome, but now!

With such a huge mistake, it would be difficult to find them even if they wanted to escape death.

She could only hope no one had taken the job, as this was the only way to attempt to cancel it.

Third Miss Hua tapped her fingers on the table.

Her mind was heavy with worries!

...

At this time, lanterns were just being lit, and the moon was hanging above the willow trees.

Mianshui County once again plunged into darkness, and the city’s underground industry flourished anew.

A carriage slowly made its way towards South City, where on Rouge Street life was teeming—indeed, it was a playground of human pleasures.

The street resonated with the sounds of joy and laughter.

Hearing this, Zhou Chu was the first to react. He pulled back the curtain of the carriage and, somewhat surprised, exclaimed, ”Rouge Street!”

He then turned to sit on the seat and, looking outside, asked, ”Fourth Brother, where are you taking us?”

His expression even betraying a touch of panic.

Deng Guangming replied, ”Naturally, to a fine place.”

Zhou Chu tentatively inquired, ”Yihong House?”

Hearing this, Deng Guangming laughed heartily and said, ”Ha ha ha... Even Sixth Brother knows of this place. I’ve been told Sixth Brother is henpecked; I thought you wouldn’t be familiar with these kinds of pleasure quarters!”

Having said this, Zhou Chu reacted as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, retorting sharply, ”Who told you that? I am certainly not henpecked. If you don’t believe me, ask Jiu Si. My status at home couldn’t be higher.”

”Oh, is that so, Jiu Si?” Deng Guangming turned to look at Chen Jie.

Chen Jie was taken aback at that moment. He had indeed thought about Yihong House but hadn’t intended to actually go and see for himself.

And as for whether Zhou Chu was henpecked or not, how would he know? Maybe the guy wasn’t just bragging?

Maybe Second Madam Sun wasn’t the stern figure they imagined, but instead a gentle and amiable young woman?

With this thought, Chen Jie looked up to see Zhou Chu signaling frantically with his eyes. Getting the hint, Chen Jie cleared his throat and affirmed, ”Hmm, how could Old Zhou possibly be henpecked?”

”I can vouch for that!”

Hearing this, Zhou Chu immediately broke into a triumphant grin, ”Ha ha ha, right, Fourth Brother? Don’t listen to idle gossip. I, Old Zhou, have always been the man of the house, my word is law!”

Deng Guangming, with a chuckle, said, ”Ha ha, is that so? If that’s the case, all the better. I was worried, Sixth Brother, that you were henpecked, and if your sister-in-law found out and gave you a good beating, my good intentions would have backfired terribly.”

”Beat me? She wouldn’t dare. Fourth Brother, you worry too much!” Zhou Chu patted his chest as he spoke.

Deng Guangming laughed and said, ”Good, very good, then let’s drink to our hearts’ content tonight!”

Chen Jie replied, ”Fourth Brother, my wife and I share a deep love; this... it doesn’t seem right!”

Upon hearing this, Deng Guangming said, ”Jiu Si, you might be misunderstanding something.”

”Please explain, Fourth Brother.”

Deng Guangming continued, ”Jiu Si, Yihong House isn’t the kind of place you’re imagining. The girls here don’t just sleep with guests willy-nilly.”

”Let me tell you, this place has the Four Great Courtesans, twenty-four bridges under the bright moonlight, and one hundred and eight Hua Zixiang.”

Deng Guangming seemed quite familiar with the place.

He continued, ”These Four Great Courtesans, they almost never sell themselves but just perform their arts. Getting close to them is extremely difficult. Some men have thrown in tens of thousands of taels and still failed to get what they wanted.”

”As for the performance under the twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night, that could be possible, but it might cost several thousand taels.”

”The one hundred and eight Hua Zixiang is more accessible, but each visit could still cost dozens of taels.”

”We’re here not for carnal pleasures but to enjoy music and dance, matters of elegance and refinement, not the filth you might be thinking of.”

Hearing this, Chen Jie said, ”There are people actually giving them silver?”