He Feihong remembered that he was here to be an assassin.
Ah Pei, he was not an assassin. He was just here to help a friend and kill someone at the same time.
But now, he actually made a business deal with the target he wanted to kill, and it was a big deal with a considerable amount of money.
He Feihong put away his phone and found that he was a little reluctant to make a move on Yu Tian.
Perhaps the next time he returned to China to collect some martial arts manuals, he could sell them at a good price at Yu Tian’s place.
It was really hard to find such a sucker.
The people in the martial arts world would not be tricked by him like this, because everyone knew the goods very well.
Ordinary people did not know the goods, but they would not spend so much money to buy a bunch of things that were not known to be real or fake.
They might even ask for a trial experience, and then the business would be even more hopeless.
