Chapter 811: Doubt 2

An Chen frowned. Men were not good people...

What was going on?

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing. Xiaomeng, sleep well. I'll bring Ling Jue to see you tomorrow."

"Okay!" An Xiaomeng smiled. "Brother, thank you."

"Silly girl, you're my only sister."

"Hehe."

An Chen sighed helplessly and turned to leave her room.

When he left An Xiaomeng's room, he saw his subordinate who had just left come back and entered the study hurriedly.

A glint flashed across his eyes as he followed him. He stood by the side and listened to the conversation.

Unfortunately, the soundproofing was too good. He could only vaguely hear a few words, something about the high price of an S-Rank.

He wanted to continue listening, but he saw the butler walking over. He hid the thoughts in his eyes and entered the room next to him.

...

"How much does the Dark Island want?" An Ren felt a headache coming on.

"One hundred million."

"Why don't they just rob me?!" An Ren was so angry that he was trembling. "They only want one hundred million for Ling Jue? Do they still want to cooperate?!"

His subordinate did not dare to say anything. He could only lower his head silently.

"What else did they say?"

"They said that there are only five S-Rank assassins on the Dark Island. Three of them have been seriously injured by Feng Yulin's men. The remaining one is on a mission, and only one can be used. They can't afford to be injured anymore. This is also a measure of helplessness..."

An Ren sneered. "Measure of helplessness? Hehe, how much money do they earn in the Yun nation? Tell me now that this is a measure of helplessness!"

"They also said that they want you to revoke Feng Yulin's authority first. All of Dark Island's actions at the border are controlled by them. They're almost strangled to death before they can even take action. Only half of their C-Rank assassins are left. If you don't get rid of Feng Yulin, they might give up on cooperating with you..."

Bang!

He swept the cup onto the ground, trembling with anger. "These blood-sucking evil spirits! How much money did I give them? Why are they still acting so noble in front of me? They even stopped cooperating with me. Why don't they take a look at who gave them everything they have now!"

His subordinate lowered his head and looked gloomy. What could he do? The people on the other side of the Dark Island scolded him, and the master on this side also scolded him.

He was just a messenger. Why did he have to suffer such grievance...

"You still want to threaten me, hehe." An Ren calmed down after his anger. "Feng Yulin is not so easy to kill. I have tried to kill him so many times, but that kid is still safe and sound. It is too late to remove him from his position. Now, the entire Yun country's people trust him so much. If I remove him from his position, I might cause the people to be angry."

He rubbed his temples. "But if I don't get rid of this kid, it's really hateful, and I can't find a reason to get rid of him."

An Ren was very helpless against Feng Yulin. He felt all sorts of helplessness.

That subordinate didn't dare to speak, and could only listen to this master's analysis.

"You can leave first. I'll think about it again."

"Yes!"

He quickly retreated and closed the door for him considerately.

An Ren sat in the study. He had originally arranged for people to plot against Feng Yulin for today's funeral, but who knew that he wouldn't come.

The reason why he did not come made him unable to refute it. He had also sent people to take a look. He said that the wound was very deep, and his palm was almost broken.

That kid had really gone all out in order to not attend the funeral.

Heh, he had been injured recently...

It seemed that he could scheme again.

He looked at the pen in his hand, and a vicious glint flashed across his eyes. He was willing to pay one billion to take Feng Yulin's life.

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[Monthly ticket at the beginning of the month. Thank you, ladies. Muah muah.]