"Blinding one eye… $500. If you want follow-up service and a broken leg, it'll cost $200. If you want someone killed, that'll be $1000, Sis Feng," the curly-haired man mumbled to himself.
Ye Wanwan: "…"
"Oh right, Sis Feng… how many people do you plan to kill today? We have a discount: Kill 10 and you get 1 free, kill 20 and you get 3 free." The curly-haired man looked at Ye Wanwan.
"Are you… truly that poor…?" Ye Wanwan couldn't control her lips from twitching.
"Ah…" The curly-haired man sighed lightly and shook his head. He quietly asked her, "Sis Feng, considering your friendship with Lord Nie, don't you know why we're so poor?"
Ye Wanwan shook her head. How would I know?
