Ye Wanwan was startled. Whose name did he say just now… Nameless Nie?
Ye Wanwan even thought she had misheard. However, in the silent night, Ye Wanwan could faintly hear a familiar voice from the other end of the phone.
"What mission? You're not giving me a share?"
The man snorted. "What mission could it be? Didn't I tell you last time? Kill the daughter of the Arbitration Council's president."
"I remember now… How's the compensation?"
"You should know about a mission like this. The risk we undertake is high, so the compensation is naturally satisfactory; otherwise, I wouldn't want to take it," the man replied.
Ye Wanwan was dumbfounded. Wasn't he carrying out his mission? Why's he starting a long phone conversation?
"Next time you have a mission like this, call me up."
"What? You need money again?" The man smiled.
"Ling Miao's current treatment costs a lot of money."
