Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

Zhang Hongyu sensed the shadow of death.

A fear I'd never felt before washed over me, as if I could see the moment he died. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I cried out, "Sixth Master!!"

"I understand, I get it."

"You were hired to kill me, weren't you?"

"How much did he pay you? I'll pay you double, no, triple, no, no, ten times. Yes, I'll pay you ten times the price, not so you can retaliate, just please don't kill me."

Ning Dongyang feigned surprise: "Huh? Huh?"

"You could even tell that?"

"As a top-tier assassin, am I making that obvious?"

He really was an assassin!

Zhang Hongyu felt much more at ease, and the expression on his face became more lively.

Assassins seek money; there are no assassins whose livelihoods cannot be solved with money. Don't claim that assassins have their own set of rules; that's just a matter of not having enough money to spare.

He's not short of money!

He's finally spared from dying.

But who exactly hired the assassin to kill him?

Unless it's a matter of life and death, large families are unlikely to do it; that's their bottom line.

Otherwise, if you hire an assassin to kill, I can hire an assassin to kill too. If we keep killing each other, everyone will be crippled.

Which hothead hired an assassin to kill him?

Ning Dongyang?

Suddenly, a person popped into Zhang Hongyu's mind.

That can't be right.

I had a conflict with him at noon, and he hired an assassin that evening. Ning Dongyang is just a gigolo in the Jiang family. Whether he has money or not is another matter. How can he be so ruthless?

He sent Tiger and Douzi to kidnap and kill Ning Dongyang. Perhaps by now, they have already succeeded.

No, they probably didn't succeed. If they had, Tiger and the others would have asked me for the money.

The thought of Ning Dongyang inexplicably made Zhang Hongyu angry.

Shangguan Qingke was utterly humiliated to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

Huh, is he out of his mind at this moment, thinking about Ning Dongyang and Shangguan Qingke? What's he doing?

First, keep the assassin in check; survival is the priority.

"Sixth Master".

Zhang Hongyu's face changed to a sincere smile: "I will never lie about the tenfold price. Give me a bank account, and I will immediately have my old man transfer the money to your account."

"I won't say another word, I'll just say send the money."

"Money really doesn't matter to me; I wouldn't risk my life for money."

Money didn't matter; Zhang Hongyu subtly put on airs.

Ning Dongyang certainly wouldn't give him an account. The power of large families is deeply entrenched, and finding out who owns an account would be a piece of cake. Giving him his account would be tantamount to exposing himself to public scrutiny.

He has a Supreme 9527 Black Card given to him by the system. With the support of the system's mysterious power, no one can find out the source of his funds.

However, Ning Dongyang decided against it after thinking about it.

Even if they could actually transfer the money, and even if they could, wouldn't there be some kind of secret code between the Zhang family patriarch and Zhang Hongyu? If Zhang Hongyu were to tip him off during the call, it would make it much harder for him to leave.

It's not worth taking this risk for money.

To be honest, if someone were to act like Zhang Hongyu, as long as they had the time, money wouldn't matter.

"Hahaha."

Ning Dongyang laughed loudly: "I, Song Liu, am a killer with very principles. You think you can get me to let you go for a mere ten times the price?"

"Do I need a good reputation?"

"If I let you go, who will hire me to kill someone next time?!"

"My career, brimming with endless money, is just going to end like this?"

Zhang Hongyu shouted, "One hundred times!"

"Sixth Master, I'll bet a hundred times!!"

With a mischievous intent to tease Zhang Hongyu, Ning Dongyang smiled brightly and said, "Deal."

"The employer gave you 1 billion, and if you pay 100 times that, it will be 100 billion. Here, I'll give you an account and transfer 100 billion into it."

Zhang Hongyu was taken aback at first, then nodded vigorously: "One hundred billion it is."

He wasn't actually giving Song Liu money; the key was to maintain contact with the outside world and secretly send people to keep Song Liu occupied.

"but."

Zhang Hongyu gave him a look that said, "You're Master Song, you should know what I mean." He continued, "No one can come up with 100 billion in cash. Our family needs time to operate, and transferring the money also takes time."

Seeing the ambiguous smile on Ning Dongyang's face, he panicked and quickly added, "How about I make a call first, as many calls as I can?"

"Sixth Master, please rest assured."

"We need to manage 100 billion in cash, and we can easily come up with 1 or 2 billion. The problem remains the same: at this time, it takes time to transfer money from the bank to our account."

Just as Ning Dongyang was about to speak, he suddenly felt a slight fatigue.

I want to sleep.

The physical exertion from using the disguise technique was beginning to affect him.

We can't delay any longer.

With a single step, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Hongyu's throat like a chick, giving a cold smile that looked like a devil in Zhang Hongyu's eyes.

"Did you think you were saved?"

"Are you naive, or romantic?"

"die!!"

With his other hand, he swung a bottle and smashed it against Zhang Hongyu's armpit like a sledgehammer.

The sound of bones cracking echoed repeatedly.

It was too fast; before Zhang Hongyu could even let out a few screams, he was sent down.

The scene changes too quickly.

Shangguan Ze and the others, who were crouching with their heads in their hands, thought that Young Master Zhang was going to use money to knock out the assassin Song Liu. The next second, they saw Young Master Zhang's bones being smashed.

"Please, please don't kill me!!"

When Ning Dongyang threw Zhang Hongyu aside and came to the side of a young man, the young man who was crouching with his head in his hands was so scared that he wet himself.

At the young man's feet lay a pool of yellowish liquid, mixed with an unpleasant odor, causing Ning Dongyang to frown: "I won't kill you."

"Since no one else is making a bid, you're not qualified to make me take action."

The young man was overjoyed, thinking, "He's not qualified, is he? Look at Young Master Zhang, who is qualified, he's just a pile of mud."

Ning Dongyang's gaze fell on several cell phones on the long table. He walked over, picked one up, and waved it in front of Shangguan Ze and the others: "Whose phone is this?"

The young man, who had just wet himself in fright, thought to himself, "Damn it!" and quickly said, "Mine."

Ning Dongyang shook his head in disdain and picked up another phone: "Whose is this?"

Shangguan Zetong whispered, "Sixth Master, this is my phone."

Ning Dongyang didn't waste any words with him and simply placed the phone in Shangguan Zetong's hand: "Unlock."

Although he didn't know Ning Dongyang's intentions, Shangguan Zetong obediently unlocked the phone.

Ning Dongyang took the unlocked phone, took two steps to the side, lowered his voice, and dialed the police: "There is a crowd gathering in the Bihai Lantian private room on the sixth floor of Tianhai Nightclub... I am reporting this under my real name, my name is Song Liu, and I am a kind-hearted citizen."

"Yes, yes, please don't worry, I will take care of my safety, and I have brought the situation under control."

"Please come here right away."

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