After reading the signature on the note, a balding Branch Chief roared angrily.
"The Unreturning? Weren't they all dead? They really are impossible to shake off!"
Zhu Dai and Yang Jing exchanged a glance. Both remained silent, offering no opinion on the matter.
They had both received Han Xu's notice and knew that Mister Red Ghost had hired assassins to enter the war zone and hunt down the other Huangquan Branch Chiefs besides themselves.
But they had not expected The Unreturning to be so brazen. After killing someone, they had removed the head but thrown the body over.
This was a demonstration of power. It probably had not been Mister Red Ghost's intention, but rather The Unreturning's revenge against Huangquan.
Just then, the balding Branch Chief seemed to sense something and suddenly sprang away. Almost at the same moment, the ground where he had been standing exploded, leaving a bowl-sized hole.
Only afterward did the sound of a sniper rifle come from the distance.
Everyone immediately turned to look.
Then a voice drifted through the night wind: "You're lucky you ran fast enough."
"But you'd better not go to sleep."
"You should know that the heads of you Branch Chiefs are worth five hundred million contribution points now."
"Hahaha."
After pausing briefly, the man continued.
"Oh, right. Let me tell you another piece of good news."
"Mister Red Ghost's bounty has attracted more than just our interest. Our colleagues from both the north and south have also heard the news and rushed here."
"For the next few days, let's have some fun."
By the time he finished speaking, the voice had already grown indistinct. Clearly, the man had gone far away.
The scene fell silent. After a moment, the balding Branch Chief roared, "Those bastards! They don't take us seriously