Xueying's expression faltered upon hearing this.
He knew their own business; the renowned killer organization "Yin Ren" of the Dragon Country never took on such messy jobs. Were they about to demand more money or change conditions at the eleventh hour?
"Xueying!" a cold snort came through the earpiece.
"Figure out what you're saying, and don't let me hear you say that a second time."
"Yes, yes, boss," Xueying replied immediately, his entire body having just shivered.
He realized the moment the words left his mouth that speaking disrespectfully within the organization could cost him his life.
"Keep an eye on these people," the voice from the earpiece commanded coldly.
"Await my orders for the next move. Once this mission is over, everyone gets an extra ten million."
"What? Ten million?"
Xueying's face immediately broke into a grin.
What customary rules? As long as the money was right, you could do anything.
Besides, looking at the situation, this ten million was practically a gift.
They each only received thirty million, excluding the boss and the other two, for this mission. Now an extra ten million? Who wouldn't be happy?
"You little brat, pay attention!" a low growl came from the earpiece.
"If anything goes wrong, I'll chop you into pieces."
"Alright, alright, boss. For this ten million, I won't make any mistakes, even if I do nothing."
"Heh heh, I have good news for everyone," Xueying said, turning to the crowd with a smile.
"You, for now, don't have to die."
As Xueying finished speaking, several sighs of relief were heard.
These were from some of the key members of various branches of the Wang Group. They were truly caught in the crossfire. They had never offended Xiong Zhong, and today they had only come to accompany their boss. Who would have thought they would risk their lives? If they had known, who would have come? Pursuing a career in politics? One needed to be alive for that.
However, there were always smart people in any group.
Wang Yuyan had already figured things out and paid no mind to Xueying's words. She knew Xueying would eventually kill her. Or rather, she was certain the target was her. As for who had ordered it, she already had an idea, and had only wanted to confirm it. Who else in Luochuan could wield such power to have these people armed and violent? It had to be Liu Wen.
As for Jin Gong? Wang Yuyan had considered him. Qin Xuan had told her before that they were foreigners, the Black Snake mercenary group, and judging by their methods, they wouldn't be facing just pistols right now. Those bloodthirsty foreigners wouldn't give her a chance to speak. Wang Yuyan had experienced it before; if Qin Xuan hadn't saved her, she would have reported to the king of hell long ago.
Wang Yuyan continued to pray, praying for her man, Qin Xuan, to arrive. She didn't want a prince on a white horse, just that smelly man who had pulled her back from the brink of death several times, the one who didn't even dare to take off his own pants.
"Director Liu, Chairman," Huang Shan panted as he pushed open Liu Wen's study door.
"They say it's done over there."
"They agreed? What were the final terms?" Liu Wen asked calmly, without even looking up, engrossed in writing calligraphy.
"They agreed. Two hundred million more, with fifty million paid upfront."
"Acceptable." It seemed everything was within Liu Wen's expectations.
"Nine hundred million. It's worth it to buy the life of the esteemed chairman of the Wang Group. Old Huang, you've worked hard. You've saved me several hundred million. I, Liu Wen, appreciate this favor."
"I dare not," Huang Shan said, waving his hands, though he felt a pang of guilt.
"Chairman, when shall we depart?"
"A moment more."
Liu Wen's gaze sharpened. With his final stroke, the character "勝" (victory) appeared on the paper, filled with killing intent.