"Only fifty million? Seems a bit low, doesn't it?"
"Fifty million for a head, that's already quite a hefty price."
Murong Bai sneered, "We've taken contracts for over a hundred million before, a mere several tens of millions is nothing."
He could tell this foreigner was someone important, but he remained arrogant, as if he didn't care at all. After all, he had met many big shots, and Newmanlovsky was nothing special.
Murong Bai said, "You must understand, we are very trustworthy. Once we accept a task, we must finish it. If the first batch of assassins fails to kill Li Fei, a second and third batch will follow until he's dead."
"Fifty-five million." Newmanlovsky started to negotiate the price.
"Sixty million, not a penny less. If you're not willing, then I can only show you the door."
"Alright, I like your persistence. It shows the assassins are excellent. High price, high reward, sixty million it is."
