"No! You've already taken my money, how can you not do the job?"
All his hopes had been pinned on Honda Tsubasa, and now she was about to abandon him—how could Zhou Zidong agree to that?
Desperately, he rushed towards Honda Tsubasa, shouting, "Can't you... can't you have some respect for your profession?"
"Take one more step, and I'll kill you."
Intending to reason with her, he was ultimately deterred by Honda Tsubasa's icy gaze.
Zhou Zidong was now stuck in place, feeling an overwhelming sense of frustration.
"There's an extra twenty million in the account, consider it my breach of contract fee,"
she said, glancing indifferently at Zhou Zidong.
Was she not frustrated too? Didn't she want to respect her profession?
Assassin? Saying that now would be a joke.
She tried to take a life, only to be let go...
Ridiculous, it was utterly ridiculous.
"Okay... okay..."
Zhou Zidong's hand, clutching the bank card, fell limply to his side.
