Hearing Su Ming's words, Steve was slightly stunned.
His values were still largely stuck seventy years in the past, and he had little sense for numbers involving money.
Even so, the kidnappers' demand for a ten-billion-dollar ransom successfully enraged him.
It was an astronomical sum he could never have imagined.
He had not expected the price he considered astronomical to seem like nothing in Destiny's eyes.
Was he bluffing?
Or did he really have that kind of power?
Or perhaps...
"I know!"
On the battlefield, disrupting the enemy's focus was also a tactic. Mr. Destiny had to be using that tactic!
But against a small fry I could easily handle myself, did Mr. Destiny really need to use tactics?
I really don't get it...
While Steve stood there, his thoughts racing as he failed to make sense of it, the kidnapper leader cracked.
"Bullshit! Do you, some low-level agent, even know what ten billion means?
Even if it were all cash in the largest denominations, it would still weigh a full hundred tons!
A hundred tons, damn it!
It would take twenty trucks to transport it!
Have you ever even seen that much money, country bumpkin?"
The kidnapper leader had imagined the scene after getting those ten billion more than once.
Unable to stand the ignorant, foolish look on this ordinary agent's face, he blurted it all out.
The veins in his neck bulged, showing just how worked up he was.
Splat!
Su Ming could not be bothered to argue with him. With a casual wave of his hand, he controlled the metal on the man's body and sent him face-first into the ground.
The kind where his front teeth shattered in his mouth and his nose got flattened...
The kidnapper leader immediately drifted into a sweet dream.
Ten billion