Lord Zheng, while gnawing on a lamb bone, pointed below and spoke.
A Ming glanced outside as well and said, "Perhaps they truly have some skill."
"Hehe, isn't that obvious? Without a bit of skill, how could they venture out? But it's a pity, you see, always having some who just fill the ranks, seems ineffective. Those with some skill, are indeed genuinely capable. This mix of truth and falsehood likely yields the best outcome."
"My lord, should I go down and stop them?"
"No hurry, no hurry, they're still in the city. Oh, they're raising their heads and looking over, watching you now, A Ming. Tell me, did you just reveal a killing intent towards them?"
On the street below, the old monk looked up at the second floor.
A Ming then responded:
"I fear they might be assassins."
There truly exist formidable individuals in this world. They might not be effective in full-scale battles where sheer numbers overwhelm,
