Arthur had been dejected after the blow just now.
The members of the Sirius Assassin Alliance surrounded him. They could neither persuade him nor not persuade him. They were all a little embarrassed.
When the other party was almost done congratulating Ye Feng, he took the initiative to walk over. "Mr. Ye, I lost this round. We will fulfill our promise and sign a thirty-year contract with Golden Soup Security…"
When he said this, he was extremely depressed.
A 30-year contract? This was a f*cking life contract!
Ye Feng patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, our Golden Soup Security is treated well, we even have insurance and a gold mine. After retirement, you can still receive pension."
Arthur's face twitched. 'I'm a f*cking top-tier assassin. Am I here for your pension? Who are you looking down on?'
"Mr. Ye, I'm already convinced of your strength, but I still want to finish the third round."
