The horse-faced man was about to explode with rage.
A bounty hunter was being so arrogant right in front of him.
Was he not afraid of being exposed by him?
He looked at the latest message on the page.
The two words "screw you" couldn't be more conspicuous.
"You motherfucker!"
The horse-faced man was furious.
"What happened?" A more composed voice came from beside him.
Upon hearing this voice, the expression of the horse-faced man relaxed a bit, seemingly somewhat fearful of the other party, "Brother Cong, it's the bounty hunter we contacted earlier. He's asking us for money."
"Oh? He's not dead yet?" The man called Brother Cong came over from next door, dressed in a blue leather jacket and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
However, the scar on the left side of his face and the sinister smile lingering at the corner of his mouth inevitably disrupted his peaceful aura, making him seem somewhat eerie.
"Ah?" The horse-faced man didn't quite catch on.
