The skinny man had a ferocious look on his face, not out of hatred but from the pain of his severed finger.
In a moment like this, there was no need for him to hide anything, so he readily answered, "Lei Hong gave me two hundred thousand, demanding that I kill you before you reached the provincial city!"
"Two hundred thousand? Is that all I'm worth?" Ling Feng scoffed with a cold smile.
Grinding his teeth, the skinny man said, "If I had known how quick you were, even two million wouldn't have tempted me to take this job!"
"Heh, at least you have some sense. Two million, twenty million—what good is it if you can't kill me?" Ling Feng said with a smile.
After speaking, he stood up, looked into the skinny man's eyes, and asked, "You've been punished enough by now, can you walk on your own?"
"Ah? You're letting me go just like that?" The skinny man asked, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.
Ling Feng rolled his eyes, "What else? Did you expect me to invite you to dinner?"
"Pfft!"
