"First, is it possible that I like red?"
"Second, is it possible that I find you rather pleasing to the eye?"
"Third, is it possible that I have money and want to hire the five of you to kill someone?"
"Fourth—and what I truly want to say—is that you're stronger than those four."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, the aura of an early-stage Heavenly Immortal erupted from his body. Sensing the vast, weighty aura around Ye Lin, Chen Liu gave a faint smile and tucked the strand of hair into his breast pocket.
"Very good. Your reasons are sufficient. You pass. Ten thousand low-grade immortal stones as a deposit. In five days, bring forty thousand low-grade immortal stones here to find me."
"By then, I'll give you the target's head. Oh, and don't let him die too easily. That would normally cost extra, but you're quite interesting, so I'll throw in a complimentary service."
After saying that, Chen Liu rose elegantly and extended a hand toward Ye Lin. The glove on his hand was incomparably scarlet, like a pool of fresh blood.
Its color was exceptionally vivid, not the least bit inferior to blood itself.
"That guy is someone even I couldn't deal with. He's made me suffer plenty of losses. You're that confident?"
"You don't need those four to help you?"
Ye Lin raised a brow and tossed out a Storage Bag, which landed in Chen Liu's hand.
Chen Liu weighed the Storage Bag in his hand and smiled softly before stowing it in his Spatial Ring.
"No need. If you hire four more pieces of trash to drag me down, I might get angry. I'm not here to make money—I'm here to enjoy the thrill of killing. Wait for my good news."
Chen Liu patted Ye Lin's shoulder,