Ning Chen looked the leader over, a glint in his eyes. Who knew what mischief he was cooking up now?

"What's your name?"

The leader's voice shook. "Ch-Chu Gaohan."

Pan Yucheng came over. "You're Chu Gaohan, the Deadly Saber?"

Chu Gaohan nodded. "Yes!"

Pan Yucheng sneered. "You're a man with a name in the jianghu, and you'd come to assassinate the prince? Aren't you afraid your own kind will point at you behind your back?"

Ning Chen scoffed. "What's a little finger-pointing next to silver?

I'd guess Leng Wenyan paid a fortune to hire you?"

Chu Gaohan nodded, trembling.

"How much silver did Leng Wenyan give you?"

Chu Gaohan said shakily, "Five thousand taels of gold."

"Whoa... That's a lot. Looks like this prince's horizons were too narrow. How much did you get up front?"

"Two thousand taels."

Ning Chen gave a cold laugh. "Thirty men and five thousand taels of gold. That doesn't come to much each.

Chu Gaohan, if you'd killed me, would you have taken my head to Leng Wenyan to collect the rest of the gold?"

Chu Gaohan nodded. "Yes!"

Ning Chen turned to Pan Yucheng. "Old Pan, are you brave enough to take a risk with me?"

Pan Yucheng was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Ning Chen smiled. "We have him take us to see Leng Wenyan... To take the bandits, take their king first."

Pan Yucheng's face changed. "No. You're the commanding general of the whole army. What if something happens to you?"

"Fortune favors the bold." Ning Chen glanced at Chu Gaohan. "We disguise ourselves as his men and have him take us to Leng Wenyan. With your skills and mine, taking Leng Wenyan won't be a problem.

Don't forget, even without the archer battalion, Leng Wenyan still has ninety thousand men... If we want to win this fight, you can imagine how brutal it will be.

And if Leng Wenyan wants to retreat, we can't stop him.

If he runs into the Xiliang army coming to reinforce him on the way, we'll be on the back foot.

To take the bandits, take…