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Mu Qing immediately asked, "So that means we can still keep this information to ourselves?"
Fifty million. With this amount of money, all the information is at your disposal.
Hu Xing glanced over at the onmyoji nearby, not bothering to hide the murderous intent in his gaze.
Lin Han leaned back against the sofa, sinking into it before speaking in a low voice, "Whether we take out the other party or they pay us off, either way, after this, we will no longer be involved with you. How do we calculate this? This deal is a loss for us."
He chuckled, "We all know who you are. Fifty million should be nothing for you, right?"
Hu Xing recognized the identities of the three individuals but knew that if he spoke those words aloud, it could become a point of contention.
"What if I refuse?" Lin Han said, a hint of murderous intent flickering in his hand.
Upon hearing this, Hu Xing no longer rushed to respond; he needed to assess in his mind which side had the greater odds in this conflicting situation.
As they emerged from the alley, Lin Han and the others quickly made their way to Di Jing's core.
That trembling onmyoji was once again captured by Lin Han and placed into Old Tailor's Button.
Since preparations for the competition were necessary, Mu Qingchan went directly to her Battle Team's meeting room to discuss competition matters with her teammates.
As for the person who wanted to assassinate them, Lin Han would handle that.
"What’s next? How do we deal with that guy?" Xue Wushuang asked, his brows furrowed. They had been through several battles and were no longer soft-hearted; they couldn't allow someone with murderous intent towards them to roam free.
"I'll find someone to take care of it," Lin Han replied simply.
They couldn't handle such matters themselves; since the other party had found professionals for this kind of work, they too needed to see if there were any means available to them.
Soon after, he found himself in Yuelun Boss Zhang Xianyue's large office.
At that moment, the Little Boss was seated at his desk, handling some paperwork. However, upon seeing Lin Han enter, he immediately asked, "How is it? Have you figured everything out?"
"You know?" Lin Han was somewhat surprised; the Little Boss's gaze seemed unusually far-sighted.
I know almost everything about the situation in Di Jing, and the news of Captain Mu's assassination is much bigger than you think.
Zhang Xianyue turned her gaze towards Lin Han and directly asked, "What do you want to do about it? Since you can't take action, I can find someone to handle it."
"Are we really going to let this go?" Lin Han replied with a helpless smile, surprised that a competition could lead to so many complications.
"Alright, let's do it your way."
At that moment, Lin Han looked at the Little Boss, pulled out a chair for himself, and continued, "Since we have some time, tell me how you managed to chant Non-Heaven Mourning. As far as I know, that technique has long been lost."
"Non-Heaven Mourning?" Zhang Xianyue pondered for a moment before responding, "Lin Brother, whether it's Non-Heaven Mourning or Fallen Celestial Descent, it's not about the content; it's about the feeling."
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