"A million to break an arm."
Young Master Sun didn't say much else, but hurriedly added, "You should understand my Sun Corporation. We have never failed. This price is really low."
"I want someone killed, I want him dead!"
Young Master Zhao, hearing it would cost a million just to break an arm, felt suffocated. He swore he never wanted to see Ye Xiaofei in his lifetime again.
"To kill someone? Five million. You won't need to worry about the police or anything else," Young Master Sun said, knowing Young Master Zhao was frustrated and wanting to charge him a hefty sum.
"Fine, when do we start?" Young Master Zhao narrowed his eyes and huffed in response.
"In my Sun Corporation, we have an unwritten rule: the same day we take the job, we issue the Death God Badge to the target so they're prepared. The body will be collected and life claimed the next day," Young Master Sun chuckled as he explained.
