"Why, are you unable to handle it? Or do you suspect that I can't afford that money?" asked the Ghost King Mask, and the two eyeballs in the hole stared at Zheng Baiwan's face and looked at him.

He hates people who look down on others the most. As his emotions fluctuate, he inadvertently lets out a little bit.

"No, no!" Zheng Baiwan shook his two fat hands and hurriedly denied the former's point of view. The deep eyes of the Ghost King Mask made him feel chill all over, as if his blood was a little unblocked. The "killing aura" emitted from the other party made him feel that he was having a little difficulty in breathing.

Zheng Baiwan took a few deep breaths, lowered his head, and smiled: "How dare I doubt your ability to pay. A killer of your level, not to mention 50 million US dollars, even 500 million is not enough to match your identity."

Although Zheng Baiwan didn’t know the true level of the other party, it is definitely true to praise and please him when he was too big. Who wouldn’t want to listen to good things and be flattered?

Zheng Baiwan felt that the "murderous aura" of the Ghost King's mask seemed to weaken. When he saw that the flattery worked, he was encouraged and flattered him again. He stopped until the other party felt impatient. Then he said flatteringly: "Your Excellency, although the two metals you need are rare, if you have money, I can do it for you. If you want to make friends with me, you think you can trust my surname Zheng. Whenever you need it, you can pay directly."

"You can help me get it done as soon as possible. It's very urgent. If you have money, I'll transfer it to your account later." The Ghost King said. He was not afraid that this fat man would blacken his money. If he dared to take money and not do anything, he would definitely turn a fat man into a black and thin man, making him doubt his life.

"Okay, the discounted price is 45 million US dollars... Oh, you please don't think of me like this? The price is really the lowest now. If you don't believe it, you can go and visit it yourself. There are those with lower prices than mine... You don't need to do it. My surname is Zheng, 'Cha!' I broke it myself." Zheng Baiwan wiped his neck with his fat hand, using this method to prove that he did not tell lies.

The Ghost King Mask stared at Zheng Baiwan's eyes for a while and found that his expression was normal and he did not show any lying. Moreover, it could be found on the black market of gold prices, and he felt that this fat man had no need to deceive him.

However, 45 million US dollars are all the current possessions of the Ghost King Mask. Once you make up your mind to pay, you will have to return to the pre-liberation.

However, if he can spend it, he can naturally make it back. He is a person who regards 100 million or 200 million as a small target. After eating the Marrow Pill to improve his combat power, he has the opportunity to make greater money.

"Stop at the entrance of the alley in front." said the Ghost King Mask.

"Yes! Yes!" Seeing that the Ghost King mask finally had the intention of saying goodbye, Zheng Baiwan responded repeatedly, his head tilted like a chicken pecking at rice. He couldn't hope that the killer would leave his car quickly and be in the same car as a killer who was so high that he could not predict the level. There was nothing more tormenting than this.

The Rolls-Royce RV drove to the alleyway entrance and stayed for a few seconds. When it started again, the Ghost King mask was gone.

“It’s so scary…”

Zheng Baiwan took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. His underwear had been wet for a long time. What scared him was that from the time the Ghost King Mask appeared to discuss business with him, to the time the business was finalized, the Ghost King Mask got out of the car and left, and there was no abnormality in the car in front and behind.

The subordinates didn't know at all, nor could they believe that an extremely dangerous killer had been talking to their president for so long.

“Back to the headquarters.”

Zheng Baiwan issued an order to all vehicles. Only by hiding in the tightly defended reinforced concrete can he regain a sense of security.

...

As night falls gradually, the lanterns in the city are just on the ground, colorful neon lights flashing between the steel jungle, Hong Kong Island, the city that never sleeps, has lost its mysterious gauze.

A high-end car passed through the busy streets and drove to the door of a sea-view villa and stopped.

"Uncle Ten, the news in the newspaper today is really interesting. I said that Lantau Island Ghost King Killer appeared in a private manor, causing thirteen deaths and eight injuries. Now these reporters are really too sarcastic. They are probably going home to sell salted duck eggs, which makes the newspapers full of random fabrications."

The driver was swaying the newspaper and slamming "Bang!". He really couldn't believe that anyone could cause such great harm, because the private manor at the scene was the territory of Zheng Baiwan, the gang leader of the Zheng company.

Uncle Shi is the veteran of Changqing Group, the right hand of Chairman He Changqing, and the person who is most trusted by the chairman besides Uncle Jian.

Seeing his subordinates talking in a good manner, he mentioned the private manor in Lantau Island, and immediately became interested and asked: "What is the manor in the newspaper that is the 'Shuiyue Cave Heaven' of Zheng's enterprise?"

"Uncle Ten, you guessed it very accurately! Come and take a look..." His subordinate handed the newspaper to Uncle Ten like a treasure. "The person surnamed Zheng is famous for his fear of death, and he was also in this manor that night. There must be many subordinates on the scene. According to the casualties in the newspaper, even if the entire army is wiped out, you must know that the territory security of the turtle named Zheng is famous for... "

"Ha...it's just eye-catching..." Uncle Ten smiled and agreed with his subordinates' comments. He glanced roughly and threw the newspaper on the seat at hand.

The newspaper finally revealed that Zheng Baiwan did not die on the spot. So what is the use of killer killing so many people? What is the point of letting the main owner run away?

This news was completely compiled and it will probably be deleted tomorrow morning.

His subordinates helped Uncle Ten open the car door, and after he got out of the car, he drove the car into the garage as usual.

Uncle Ten walked into the house first, but found that today seemed a little abnormal. Usually when he came back from get off work, Aunt Fu always brought his youngest son down from upstairs to greet him.

"Dad! Dad!"

When Uncle Ten was wondering, a crisp sound of footsteps came. His youngest son laughed and ran out of the glass door on the right, and ran to his feet.

"Oh! Good son!"

Uncle Ten smiled indulgently, bent down and picked up his son, turned around a few times, and kissed his son with a white beard on his face with a kiss that made his son laugh endlessly.

Uncle Ten has a son in his old age, and he is in his fifties and sixties. Even his daughter is in college in the United States. He has no hope of having children yet, but God has given him a son at this time. The degree of spoiling can be imagined. The real thing is to hold it in the palm of his hand and be afraid of falling, and hold it in his mouth to be afraid of melting.

"Where are you playing? Why did you make your little face so dirty, Aunt Fu?"

Uncle Ten put his son down, and then he noticed that there was a lot of mud on his son's pink little face, and there were also on his clothes and pants, so he pinched his son's mouth and asked.

"Aunt Fu and Uncle Ada all fell asleep lying on the ground. There was an uncle wearing a ghost king mask playing hide-and-seek with me, but it was fun. Every time I hid him, he could find me... He even pinched a clay man for me to play with. It was so interesting..."

The son said with a smile, took out a vividly pinched soil and a little monster, and showed it to his father like a treasure.
Chapter completed!