Chapter 923

This money was enough to be used as military expenses for Liangzhou for a year.

This was all thanks to He Lingman's intelligence.

And in the future, the distribution rights for white paper and snow salt in the Nanyang area for He Jin would also be handed over to He Lingman.

"Today I must reward you well."

Duan Yu reached out and hooked He Lingman's chin.

At the entrance of an alley not far from the carriage.

A middle-aged man in black lay at the entrance of the alley, carefully observing the direction of the carriage.

His eyes did not blink, extremely focused.

Behind him was another person in the same attire.

"I will monitor here, you go and report the situation back."

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at his companion behind him and said: "Duan Yu came out from the south gate of the West Garden, accompanied by the palace's Lesser Yellow Gate Zuo Feng."

"Also, convey to the people around that we must figure out who is sitting in this carriage."

The companion behind the middle-aged man nodded, then immediately lowered his body and retreated toward the back.

The middle-aged man continued to monitor the movements of the carriage.

Time passed second by second, and the carriage remained in place, motionless.

Suddenly, the black-robed middle-aged man heard footsteps coming from behind, and he turned his head to look vigilantly.

Not far from the alley, a man wearing short clothes and carrying a gourd was staggering toward his direction.

The black-robed middle-aged man frowned slightly, then stood up straight, one hand suddenly reaching into his lapel.

"Hey, this brother, do... do you... do you want to have a drink?"

The drunkard staggered against the courtyard wall on the side, his unsteady steps looking like he could fall at any moment.

The black-robed middle-aged man looked at the drunkard and frowned without speaking.

"Brother, why... why aren't you talking?"

The drunkard seemed not to notice the danger and continued to approach the black-robed middle-aged man.

Just when the two were about a step apart, the black-robed middle-aged man instantly pulled out a dagger from his lapel.

However, faster than that was a black iron rod.

The iron rod was sharp and thin, as long as a forearm.

Pitch black and non-reflective.

Under the astonished gaze of the man in black, the iron rod directly pierced his throat.

When the man in black looked at the drunkard with an unbelievable gaze, the drunkard no longer had any drunkenness.

His figure flashed and he arrived behind the man in black, then covered the mouth of the man in black who wanted to shout.

"Take a deep breath, relax, it might be very cold, it will be over very soon." ===== CHAPTER 925 =====