The Mercenaries under Tie Hu all glanced sideways, hesitation appearing on many of their faces. They were desperadoes, men who dared to fight and kill, but no one was willing to provoke a top-tier ruthless figure like Zhou Jin for no reason.
The President saw it all. Without the slightest hesitation, he raised a hand and took out three heavy Storage Bags, slamming them down hard on the stone table.
His gaze swept over Tie Hu and every mercenary present. "Here are one million five hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Half as deposit. Once the job is done, I'll pay another one million five hundred thousand. I have only one demand: kill Zhou Jin. Leave no one alive."
Three million Spirit Stones. In the underground city, that price was enough to hire the most elite assassin teams and buy anyone's life.
Tie Hu's pupils abruptly contracted. He stared fixedly at the Storage Bags on the table, the dread in his eyes instantly buried beneath greed.
The Black Tiger Gang had occupied the underground city for ten years. With more than thirty capable men under him, taking on bloody jobs year-round, risking their lives in fight after fight, they still could not earn a million Spirit Stones in a year.
The payment before him was enough to let the entire Black Tiger Gang live in wealth for several years.
He knew full well that Zhou Jin was extremely strong, and that facing him head-on carried enormous risk. But before the temptation of absolute Spirit Stones, all concerns became unworthy of mention.
Tie Hu made the decision on the spot. "No matter how strong Zhou Jin is, he's still only one man. My Black Tiger Gang has thirty-four Half-Saint Cultivators. If we all move out to surround and kill one person, our odds