“Master! Master! This time our target is a beggar!” Zhang San responded very coldly: “So what?” “Since he’s a beggar, let’s get it over with quickly.” Zhang San calmly glanced at the beggar on the street, then turned and walked away. “Master, what’s wrong?!” Zhang San spoke weightily: “Little Two, don’t you think it’s very abnormal for someone to pay to have a beggar killed?” The disciple asked in shock: “Master, could it be that we have to…again?” Zhang San nodded plainly. The next moment, the disciple tightly hugged Zhang San’s legs and cried: “It’s been a year since we last opened for business, Master! Take this job, or we’ll starve to death!” Zhang San’s heart softened, perhaps also under realistic pressures. He heaved a long sigh, and said: “Fine, let’s observe that beggar for two months first before deciding whether to take action.” This assassin is too steady!