Luo Tingsong wanted to say something, but Song Fang agreed immediately. She tugged at Luo Tingsong's sleeve and said to the man in the gray coat, "I agree on behalf of my husband. We've wanted Tong Minghai dead for a long time but never found the chance. Let's consider this as doing you a favor, but two million is a bit low. How about adding a little more?"
The man in the gray coat was straightforward, "Alright, then three million."
Song Fang nodded eagerly, "Okay, okay, it's settled."
The man in the gray coat glanced around, "Are you sure they'll be passing here tonight?"
Song Fang nodded, "The couple went out of town on a business trip. They will pass through here tonight; they told us yesterday, and they should be here soon."
"Alright," the man in the gray coat returned to his car, "Call me once it's done, and I'll come by to give you the money."
Song Fang nodded in agreement, and the extended car drove off immediately.
