Chapter 7468: The clown's performance 10
"Huh, you're making a fool of yourself, do you think we'll be fooled by you?"
Leng Xuan shrugged and said, "I said, if you don't believe it, just try it. It shouldn't be difficult for you to just pull the trigger." Looking at his indifferent expression, the four The men looked at each other and seemed a little hesitant. After a while, Leng Xuan saw that the other party still did not move, so he couldn't help laughing: "It seems that a few of you have made a decision. Sit down, I still have something to ask you."
"If you want to know who the employer is, then you should die." A man said solemnly. Although the four had already taken their seats, the muzzles of their guns were always locked on Leng Xuan's body, and they did not move away more than half a point. Leng Xuan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, even if you don't tell me, I can guess who the employer is. I just want to know how much my life is worth."
"Thirty million."
"Only 30 million?" Leng Xuan spread his hands in disappointment and said, "If you want to kill me, how can you get 300 million? It can even be more. Your employer is really stingy." He looked at the four of them a few times and said, "Looking at your appearance, you should all be amateur cameos killers."
"Why do you say that?"
Leng Xuan smiled and said, "A real professional killer would waste time listening to me and just shoot me. Also, as I said just now, I'm half a colleague with you, because I used to specialize in assassinations. I have known since you entered the manor. And if I dare to appear in front of you, of course I have absolute certainty that you can't kill me."
A man couldn't hold back and asked, "What do you want?"
Leng Xuan said: "Since you are killers, please help me with some trouble." After speaking, he took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, handed one to each, and said, "I need your help with something. , this money is even a commission."
"One hundred dollars?" The four men were suddenly angry, feeling that they had been tricked. Leng Xuan smiled and said, "I think it's less? I didn't kill you, it's already very polite, so you should be lucky."
"What do you want us to do?"
Leng Xuan smiled mysteriously and said, "Of course it's very interesting."
The next day. Early in the morning.
Zhao Zhuowen woke up in a daze. For some reason, he felt incomparable pain all over his body, and even his head felt unbearable pain. Opening his eyes, he glanced around, his face suddenly pale. He was shocked to find that he was actually hanging in the air at the moment, and his hands were wrapped around a rope and hung under an overpass. Not only that, but what made him despair even more was that he didn't even have a single piece of clothing on his body, and was completely exposed.
"How can this happen, how can this happen?" he muttered, his mind went blank, he didn't know how he got here.
It was about eight o'clock at this time, and it was the rush hour for work. There were people coming and going under the overpass, and every passerby could clearly see his presence. Seeing the passers-by pointing at him and the playful smile, he suddenly felt that life was better than death.
"No...don't...don't..." he shouted loudly, crying like a child there. After half an hour, someone with good intentions finally called the police and rescued him from the overpass.