"Kill someone?"
The moment Jin Xueli heard the condition, she instinctively recoiled. She had stepped back into a puddle, and the few flecks of mud that had splashed onto her pants were still there.
She slapped at her pants a few times, but her mind wasn't on the mud.
Jin Xueli was not a professional killer. She had never imagined that one day she would be faced with the prospect of killing for money. When the resident finished speaking, her first reaction was an instinctive refusal. It was impossible.
'Dealing with a stalker is one thing, but killing an innocent person I have no quarrel with is something else entirely…'
'Besides, anyone worth a hundred million to kill had to be an important figure. She wasn't capable of something like that.'
Even though this wasn't the time to be worrying about it, the voice of the resident with the money-symbol eyes crept back into her thoughts.
