"It's the five billion promised by the Zheng Family, right?"
Chu Yi suddenly stood up, asking somewhat excitedly.
A bounty of five billion on one's head, what a huge affirmation! How many people in the world could be worth that much?
But what excited Chu Yi the most wasn't this.
Since you're willing to spend five billion to have me killed, then it's not excessive for me to demand five billion from you, right?
"Uh…" Wu Xue felt uncomfortable under Chu Yi's glowing gaze but still nodded: "Yeah, besides me, I heard they've hired someone else too. Uncle-Master, you must be careful."
"That's not important! You keep eating, I'll be out for a while."
Unable to contain the excitement in his heart, Chu Yi grabbed his stuff and walked out the door.
Five billion!
The mere thought of this number made Chu Yi's imagination run wild to the Qingfeng Sword treasured by the Wen Family of Shuzhou for three hundred years—five billion was more than enough!
