Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

"Fine. Fine! This increase... How much are we talking about?"

[30%]

"30?!!! 30? 30?!"

Wei Kwo gripped his hair tightly, almost making himself bald.

30% increase?

Do you know how much that will be in total?

F*** you!

Instantly, Wei Kwo's breathing became heavier and heavier.

His nostrils flared, and his entire face became as red as a tomato.

Damn that brat!

This was all his fault for gathering some big show-off party tight before his assassination.

Why wouldn't he just die in a low-key manner?

Opening his drawer speedily and pulling out a massive box of fat cigars, Wei Kwo had the impulse to smoke at least 3 of them tonight.

His wife was already a ravaging mad dog since the last time he cut her spending budget.

And his daughter and son were no different, seeing as they could no longer show off with their friends as much as they did.

Not to talk of his old mother who played mahjong with her old cronies, gambling and drinking her life away.

But what could he do?

He definitely didn't want to take the money off his account.

Wei Kwo was stingy and tight-fisted like that.

So he planned to cut 80~95% of everyone else's money, just to make the 30% increase.

No way!

He had a lot to do with his money.

From bribing company staff, bribing outsiders, getting more men under his arms, getting more ladies in his bed, and many other things... Wei Kwo had many uses for money.

Additionally, now that he had decided to pull the plug on the bastard Tian couple, he would need to get people to look for the couple.

And after that, he would need to bribe the nurses or those taking care of the couple to pull the damn plug and kill them all!

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~Pheeww~~

Wei Kwo blew out a big whiff of air, immersed in his little thoughts.

Of course, the man on the other end had given him ample time to make up his mind.

After all, a 30% increase was indeed a lot

However, it was just right, seeing the kind of dangerous people that the Tian boy could conjure up.

As assassins, their lives were on the line.

So shouldn't the money reflect the job all the more?

The man on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be in a rush.

[Mr. Kwo... During these next 7 days that my team and I observe the Target, you're expected to site in the full 30% increase. We will not launch any attacks until then.]

Dammit!

Wei Kwo turned cold.

He initially wanted to tell them to give him time; however, before he could speak, the man on the other end had already cut his thoughts short.

... Could it be that assassins could also read minds?

Though Wei Kwo would've successfully paid the amount in the end, he had to admit that if told to pay the complete 30% after the job, he would stall for a bit or plead to deliver monthly installments instead.

Of course, he would definitely pay the money, lest the assassins get angry, turning their attention to him, blowing up his home, or doing other damaging actions that would cost him a fortune to fix it all up.

He wasn't a fool.

This much he knew.

The Darknet wasn't a place where one could play with others as they liked.

The difference with paying later would be less pressure.

That's right.

Because he was wracking his brains on how to pay off this large chunk, do you know how much pressure he was currently under?

Sigh... In the end, what choice did he have?

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Releasing big whiffs of smoke, Wei Kwo finally steadied his mind.

"Alright... You'll have your money... I just hope you can deliver!"

The man on the other side of the phone raised the corners of his lips slightly: [You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Kwo. Pay the money, and the boy is as good as dead.]

The man on the other side of the phone spoke to Wei Kwo a bit more, stirring the glass of scotch in his hand thoughtfully.

For the plane, he and his team had to get inside information from anyone within that Tian estate.

From the boy's attitude of arrogantly holding onto the secrets of these prominent families to summoning them at will, it can be said that he should also be an arrogant person that not everyone likes.

Meaning in his home, there should be a few loose mouths around.

This was typically the case for people like this... Even his employer, Wei Kwo, should have several loose lips in his home.

With attitudes like that, it was no wonder that his target and his employer were related.

In the end, their downfall was always their personalities.

First, he needed to find someone currently living in the Tian estate that had a mountain load of grievances up their butts.

He was looking for someone who wanted nothing more than to prove their point and see the brat fall.

When the residents step out of the Tian estate, they'll trail them and make deals with them to trade for information.

At the same time, maybe they could even recruit one of them to be inside men... Or women.

Where was the boy hiding the secrets that the big families all wanted?

Flash drive, some box buried underneath the ground, some other place across the other end of the country... Where exactly was the boy hiding what he kept secret?

They had to at least get some clues or leads before infiltration.

So why not send those in the estate to snoop around his bedroom chambers or any other places for some hints?

With how dangerous this mission ended up being, having a few discardable chess pieces didn't seem like a bad idea at all.

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Wei Kwo was already too pale and horrid to continue their discussion any further.

[Remember, Mr. Kwo... You have just 7 days to make payment.]

"Mmm... You'll get your money."

Tut...

The man on the other end hung up without warning.

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