The assassin girl seemed very interested in the TV, but when she heard that He Baoqiang didn't die, she let out a cold snort: "The old geezer has a tough life. But he won't be so lucky next time."
Then the assassin girl looked at Wu Xu, and said coldly, "What? Are you scared?"
"No, not scared, haha, such elegance, sister, it's so thrilling! That He Baoqiang, at a glance, you can tell he's a crooked businessman, big capitalist, a representation of evil. Such a bad guy should be eliminated by everyone!" Wu Xu never realized he could speak so eloquently and wit.
"He is not a crooked businessman, in fact, he has donated tens of millions to charity."
Wu Xu's smile froze, and then he weakly asked, "If he is not a crooked businessman, then why did sister go to kill him?"
"He is valuable." The assassin girl was straightforward, and said softly, "He Baoqiang's head is worth thirty million."
