"Because he's a celebrity."
Xu Hui said indifferently, "Xu Jin Long isn't an ordinary person. His status in the underworld over the past decades was fought for, one blade at a time. Do you understand?"
"Hell, he's worth fifty million, and I'm worth just a few million!" Zhao Yang was truly indignant in his heart.
Fifty million is way too much. I'm not a fool!
Hiring someone is so not worth it!
Forget it, I'll wait until I get out!
Xu Jin Long, I want to see just how tough it is to chop off a head worth fifty million!
"Xu Jin Long is too famous, so naturally, his price is high. Although you're formidable, you're an unknown nobody. A nobody, no matter how fierce, is priced low," said Xu Hui.
Zhao Yang snorted coldly and said, "Does killing him make me famous?"
"It depends on how you do it. If you want the whole world to know it was you, your fame can certainly be maximized, but afterward, you'll have to erase your tracks and be careful not to get caught by us."
