Zhao Rou snapped out of her daze and hurriedly pushed another heavy bag of cash toward him, inwardly seething. If her father had not fallen from grace, who would have dared treat the daughter of the Municipal Party Secretary so rudely?
But on second thought, if her father had not fallen from grace, she would never have ended up in such miserable circumstances, much less entertained the idea of a contract killing.
Zhao Rou stubbornly believed that Zhou Yi was the root of it all: her father, Zhao Dingzhi, being placed under Shuanggui; her lover, Zhao Xuanwen, being arrested; and her own fall from a privileged darling to a pitiful outcast whom everyone avoided and mocked!
So Zhou Yi had to die!
"Here's a two-hundred-thousand deposit. Once the job is done, you'll get the remaining eight hundred thousand!" Zhao Rou said, pretending to be an old hand at this.
People with big tempers generally had the skills to back them up!
This killer had been introduced through special channels by the close friend who had stood by her through everything. Supposedly, he was number one in the business and went by the nickname "Ghost Face."
Never mind his abilities-the name "Ghost Face" alone sent a chill down her spine.
Ghost Face took the money and stood up, saying coldly, "You'll hear from me within two weeks!"
With that, he walked out of the private room without looking back.
Ghost Face left the nightclub and its blaring music, got into his car, and took out the photographs to examine them. With his other hand, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Guang'an, interested in a job? Five hundred thousand to take someone out. Yeah, a hundred thousand up front."
The next day, Niu Guang'an received the