Old Yang pressed his handprint to sign the contract. After about thirty seconds, it took effect.
The parchment scroll turned to ash and dissipated, and a shackle materialized within everyone's soul. If anyone were to break the contract, this shackle would explode, injuring the violator's soul.
As per the contract, Steve immediately transferred ten million US dollars to their dark web account. "Can you both feel our sincerity now? If you don't mind, we can also provide a 'cleaning' service."
"That won't be necessary. We have other business to attend to."
Zhou Chen waved his hand dismissively and swaggered into the elevator with Old Yang. He pressed the button for the first floor and smiled at Steve and the others. "Have a nice life. Goodbye."
Combined with the blood covering his body, his smile was particularly unsettling.
The elevator doors slowly closed, and it began to descend.
