"100,000 Paradise coins..."
Su Xiao looked at Stan, who exhaled a puff of blue smoke, indicating to Su Xiao to consider it slowly.
"I've killed many Contractors, but it's the first time someone has come to claim compensation."
"So, what's your answer?"
"Not a single coin."
Su Xiao continued to smile, while the smile on Stan's face faded, but a few seconds later, he laughed even more heartily.
"Haha, gutsy. If you don't want to pay the price... then forget it."
Stan stood up and left without hesitation. As he turned around, his expression became fierce and terrifying, the scar on his face began to congest, like a poisonous centipede.
"It's been a long time since I've met such a gutsy Lone Ranger."
Stan took out a compass, which faintly glowed with a golden light.
After Stan walked away, Su Xiao took out a cigarette and lit it. For an ordinary Lone Ranger, it might indeed be possible to avoid trouble by spending money.
