The Same Address

Yang Jian did not choose to coerce or threaten the third-floor messenger named Li Yi. Although he could have, he still had his own principles.

Yang Jian had always been fairly polite to people who bore him no grudge.

Of course, that politeness was reserved for Ghost Tamers.

After all, there were plenty of Ghost Tamers with worse tempers and more ruthless ways of doing things than Yang Jian.

"If you agree, then the deal is settled. Give me your account number. Once I leave here, I'll have my accountant transfer the money to you," Yang Jian said.

Li Yi smiled. "What if you deny it once we're out of here? I'm a practical person. Payment first, then business."

"Friend, do you think any normal person would carry several million around with them all day?" Li Yang retorted.

"That's true."

Li Yi stroked his chin. "But a lot of third-floor messengers really can't be trusted. It's difficult to talk about credit with them. Besides, people outside sign contracts and the like for deals worth millions. Who would dare agree in a single breath?"

"How about this? I'll give you one sheet of Letter Paper first. Once you get out and transfer the money, we'll continue exchanging information."

"At least let me know you have the means to pay."

Yang Jian was getting impatient. "You're really long-winded. Take this. Consider it payment."

With that, he tossed out a golden handgun.

When Li Yi caught it, his expression immediately shifted. It was not that he had never handled a gun before; this one was simply very heavy.

If the gun itself was fine, then its weight had to come from its material.

He deftly removed the magazine and inspected it, then exclaimed, "Gold?"

That was right. The entire gun was made of