Five thousand bucks, that makes many people green with envy and longing.
"Sneer." A scornful laugh accompanied by a wanted poster was tossed into the trash by a hand with a ghastly scar, "He Zhilan is worth three hundred thousand, and I'm only worth five thousand?"
Cold eyes watched as Gu En sat arrogantly on the sofa, and Ding Long felt a growing sense of anger, "Your wanted poster is plastered all over the streets and alleys of the capital. Why on earth did you go out to kill someone?"
"Ding Long, you're speaking without a conscience." Gu En glanced coldly at Ding Long and snorted, "I killed for you, you should be thanking me."
