260 Oriole Ambush

"Young Master Zhong, are you talking about this fellow who came from mainland China?" A man with sunglasses asked as he was looking at the photos on the mobile phone.

"It's him. No matter what, grab the iron ring on his hand!" instructed Zhong Xiaotian.

"Iron ring? Young Master Zhong, have you not been mistaken? How much is an iron ring worth? Is it worth the effort?" The man with sunglasses asked as he found it strange.

"Hmph! I don't care if it's worthless. I just want to get it. Cut to the chase. Can you do it? If you can't, I will find someone else!" Zhong Xiaotian wasn't willing to explain more but stated it coldly.

"Hehe, Young Master Zhong, don't worry. It's not a big deal. Of course, we can do it. It's a piece of cake! Just the reward..." That was what the sunglasses man was most concerned about. After all, a broken iron ring wasn't even worth a penny. Wasn't the reward even less?