The woman took out a photo and compared it, clicking her tongue, "Didn't expect things to go so smoothly, seventy million Mei Gold in hand already."
Lu Yi kept his cool, "I'll give each of you five billion Mei Gold, let me go."
He had faced many dangerous situations over the years and had become accustomed to them.
Many times, money had solved the problem.
This time was no different.
Spending ten billion Mei Gold to save his own life was a worthwhile deal.
A flicker of interest appeared in the woman's eyes.
The corners of Lu Yi's mouth lifted slightly.
Then—
Blood splattered.
The male assassin had slashed him.
Lu Yi's expression was forever fixed at that moment.
He probably never imagined that the assassin would be so decisive, not greedy at all.
The female assassin complained a bit, "Why did you kill him, five billion Mei Gold!"
