This pure white car doesn’t look very eye-catching, and indeed, it’s just an ordinary Volkswagen.
The window glass on the passenger side descended, and out poked a head.
It was a man with a face almost full of beard stubble. He grinned, revealing a set of black teeth while chewing betel nut. Song Lejun slled the betel nut scent and frowned imdiately.
But Song Lejun didn’t express any dissatisfaction, as he was already used to it.
"Where’s the master?" Song Lejun asked.
"The master, of course, is enjoying himself. You can’t just summon him with a phone call," the bearded man said with a laugh. "How’s the thing the master asked you to do? Haven’t got that broken box yet?"
Song Lejun replied, "If I had it, I wouldn’t be making this call to the master."
The bearded man said, "That’s true. With your temperant, you’d definitely open that box to see what’s inside first... Tell , what do you need us to do? The money has to be enough; not a penny less."
Song Lejun glanced at this bearded man, officially his ’senior brother’, but actually, he’s a complete scoundrel.
Arson, murder, looting, all evil deeds done, he had been sent to jail several tis. If it weren’t for Song Lejun stepping in and hiring the best lawyer, he’d probably still be in prison.
Song Lejun asked, "How much this ti?"
The bearded man chuckled and said, "This needs a clear price tag. Break one leg, two legs, or his arm, or seriously injure him so he’s bedridden—a starting price of one million. After all, he’s a Heavenly Level one master; this price isn’t high."
Song Lejun said, "Two million starting. As long as he gets injured, one million per instance upwards."
The bearded man clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "Good, junior brother has the money and is indeed a straightforward person! I like it!"
Song Lejun said nothing more. The transaction was successful, so there was no need for him to stay here.
Thus, Song Lejun turned and walked away.
But the voice of the bearded man continued behind him, "Junior brother, if you have ti, I’ll co over to your place. Honestly, the taste of that actress last ti was really nice, haha..."
Song Lejun pretended not to hear the bearded man’s words and kept walking, but a dark smile lingered on his handso face.
Just an obscure rookie model, yet it brought you so much joy. If you were given a top-notch one, wouldn’t it kill you?
Of course, Song Lejun wouldn’t find a top-notch one for him. If there’s one, he’d enjoy it himself.
Song Lejun understood the intention behind the bearded man’s words, a bit of swaggering arrogance. He despised Song Lejun for being a young mber of the Song Family and scoffed at his lack of martial arts skills. Perhaps in his eyes, no, in the eyes of the master’s disciples, Song Lejun seed truly like a waste.
"In your eyes, I may be a waste, but in mine, you’re nothing but wastes relying on that old man," Song Lejun sneered.
Did they really think the nickna ’Little Madman’ was given for nothing?
Did they truly believe he was just trash born with a golden spoon in a noble family?
It didn’t matter if they looked down on him.
Once his goal was accomplished, who would look down on whom wasn’t certain yet.
Song Lejun suddenly beca cheerful, humming a tune, without a luxury car or a beauty accompanying him, just walking aimlessly in the cold autumn street, a solitary figure like a lone wolf separated from its pack.
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