Yang Fan's eyes carried a scrutinizing gaze as he asked indifferently, "What kind of business does Boss Xu want to discuss with me?"
"I want you to kill someone for me!"
Boss Xu's voice sank. As he uttered these words, his eyes radiated a dense killing intent, ferocious and terrifying.
"Kill someone?" Yang Fan sneered, "Boss Xu, you seem to have quite an inflated view of me. I don't do illegal or immoral things. But your words suddenly make me a little nervous—I've taken your money, surely you wouldn't hire someone to kill me, right?"
"I don't have the ability to kill you, nor would I bother over a few thousand yuan. That would be unnecessary," Boss Xu shook his head and said. "I'd rather spend a bit more money getting to know you than commit such a foolish mistake. Brother, you don't need to worry."
