The fighter walked up to Ba Song, pulled off his mask, and revealed a sinister face, saying: "Now, I ask, you talk."
Looking at the bizarre smile beneath the mask, Ba Song felt an inner chill. That eerie smile, the icy eyes void of emotion, and the indifferent tone that chills to the bone -- it was fucking horrifying. For the first time in his life, he felt like he wasn't considered a human being.
Even someone like him, who has killed many people with his own hands, felt a shiver down his spine. Who could have sent this assassin? He couldn't figure out who it could be for the time being, as there were too many people with both motive and means.
"Speak... Speak... what?" Ba Song stuttered unconsciously.
The fighter 'smiled' and said: "Mr. Ba Song, how much liquid cash do you have?"
