Chapter 1225
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"Long Bufan?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned. He stared at Yang Baiyu and asked with a frown, "Are you talking about Long Bufan from Ling Xuanwu Province?"
"Yes, that's him!" Yang Baiyu nodded with a gloomy face. At the mention of this name, the hatred in his heart deepened. He gnashed his teeth and an undisguised murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He wished he could skin Long Bufan alive and put him to death by a thousand cuts.
However, Long Bufan was powerful and had many tricks up his sleeves. Moreover, he had the support of Ling Xuanwu Province. Yang Baiyu knew very well that it was impossible for him to deal with Long Bufan alone. The only way was to kill Long Bufan with the help of others to vent his hatred.
Therefore, he came here today. The Clan of Wu was the most powerful assassin family in the Firmament and Continent. Wu Moying, who had fought with Long Bufan in the second round of the Hundred Sect Fighting Platform, was a genius assassin from the Clan of Wu.
Yang Baiyu thought that this genius from the Clan of Wu could force Long Bufan to use all his tricks. If they sent an experienced assassin who was more powerful than Wu Moying, he would definitely be able to kill Long Bufan successfully.
"If I'm not wrong, you should be the Emperor of the Heavenly Flame Empire, Yang Baiyu?" The middle-aged man sized Yang Baiyu up and said with a smile.
For someone who had been an Emperor, even if he was wearing ordinary clothes, he still had the majestic and arrogant temperament of a royal family.
Seeing that the middle-aged man recognized his identity, Yang Baiyu did not have much reaction. He raised his glass and took a sip of wine, which was a tacit admission.
When he finished the wine in his glass, a cold murderous intent flashed across his long and narrow eyes. He said slowly, "I only have one request. You must cut off his head and give it to me. I know the Clan of Wu charges a lot, but if you can do it well, money is not a problem."
Then, Yang Baiyu took out a golden storage bag and put it on the table. He smiled faintly and said, "According to the rules, before the assassination is successful, you only need to pay 30% of the commission. But I believe in your ability. Here are 10 million Primordial Crystal Stones. If there are any left, take it as a reward."
He had taken almost everything in the empire's treasury when he escaped. 10 million Primordial Crystal Stones was a sky-high price, but it was nothing compared to his current wealth.
Looking at the golden storage bag on the table and such a huge reward, the middle-aged man from the Clan of Wu still looked indifferent. He smiled faintly and said, "As expected of someone who had been an Emperor. You are so generous. Unfortunately … we can't do it."
Hearing this, Yang Baiyu's eyes darkened and he frowned. He snorted with anger and said, "Are you not satisfied with this price? Then tell me, what price do you want?"
The middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile, "That's not it. 10 million Primordial Crystal Stones is almost enough to cover the expenses of the Clan of Wu for a year. How can I not be tempted?"
"Then what's the reason?!"
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