Chapter 551: 492 is directly a king bomb! Number one on the killer list [1 more]_2 Chapter 551: 492 is directly a king bomb! Number one on the killer list [1 more]_2 Even The Third Poison Master failed, what can they do.
Rita began to type a reply.
[Someone has taken the job, everyone can disperse now, go shopping in the mall I own later, and I’ll give you all a free pass.]
This comment left the big shots somewhat confused.
[??? Who took the job?]
[@PleaseEatAPill, come quickly, big shot, someone more formidable than you has appeared.]
[@PleaseEatAPill]: I’m currently at the virus center’s front desk admiring a pretty lady, do not disturb.
Rita continued to reply according to Ying Zijin’s instructions.
[Number One Poison Master.]
After sending the message, she quickly logged off, thinking, this will scare the hell out of you.
At that time, Fu Yunshen was brewing tea.
His phone started to ring.
He glanced over, wiped his hands, and picked up the call, “What’s up?”
“Hey, have you seen the NOK forum?” The bartender was excited, “The Bevin Family has found the Number One Poison Master, and you’ve been looking too, right? Do you want to get in touch?”
Fu Yunshen nonchalantly replied, “What am I looking for?”
The bartender hesitated, “I’m sorry, I forgot, my apologies…”
Fu Yunshen wanted to find the Number One Poison Master to treat Old Master Fu.
Now that Old Master Fu was gone, there was naturally no need to look anymore.
“So you don’t want to meet?” The bartender said, “This is a rare opportunity; aren’t you curious to get to know the only other person on the list besides you?”
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids slightly, “I’m busy, my little one at home is more formidable than the Number One Poison Master, and she’s also cuter and more pleasant to look at. I’m fine just watching her.”
Your little one is the most formidable.
Even more so than the Diviner.
Feeling that their conversation could not go on, the bartender then said, “Are you coming back to O continent? You’ve already been in Hua Country for nearly two years.”
“Maybe,” Fu Yunshen’s gaze lifted slightly, “it depends on my little one’s wishes.”
“Your bounty has risen again,” the bartender pressed on, trying not to sound impatient, “it’s reached two billion US dollars now, the underworld on this side of O continent has gone mad, many top mercenaries are teaming up to find you, do you really plan to keep hiding indefinitely?”
The bartender was also a hunter; he and Fu Yunshen had met during a mission.
If not for that chance encounter, he would never have guessed that the number one hitman was actually a wealthy playboy.
Moreover, it was only last year when the bartender read a financial magazine and found out that Fu Yunshen was also a high executive at Venus Corporation, appointed as the president for the Asia-Pacific region.
It was as if those who dug three feet into the ground to find him were just being toyed with.
“Two billion dollars?” Fu Yunshen mused, chuckling softly, “That’s actually kinda tempting.”
The bartender was taken aback, “What’s kind of tempting?”
“I could turn myself in for the bounty and then swap it for two billion dollars for our little one.”
The bartender hung up abruptly.
Fu Yunshen casually tossed the phone aside, knocked on the next room’s door after finishing brewing the tea.
Fu Yunshen pushed the door and entered.
Ying Zijin didn’t turn around, still video chatting with Wen Tinglan.
Then Wen Tinglan noticed something off, looking at the person who suddenly appeared on screen: “…Why are you here?”
It was late; why could Fu Yunshen freely enter and exit his sister’s room?
Fu Yunshen’s expression didn’t change, only becoming a bit more relaxed. He raised the plate in his hand, “Brought some fruit.”
“Oh, after you’ve delivered it, you can leave,” Wen Tinglan was unceremoniously dismissive, “I have to whisper with sister.”
Ying Zijin also looked at him.
Fu Yunshen set down the plate and teapot, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Out of Wen Tinglan’s sight, he raised his hand and pinched the girl’s waist, eliciting a sudden ticklish sensation.
Ying Zijin wasn’t expecting it and almost didn’t keep her balance.
She looked at him expressionlessly, not speaking, but her whole body gave off one signal—
“I’ve made up my mind,” Wen Tinglan spoke softly after Fu Yunshen left, “I don’t want to have anything to do with her. How she treated me back then, sister, please treat her the same way.”
“From now on, my father, her, and I are strangers.”
Ying Zijin’s eyes paused slightly, she chuckled, “Then let’s do that.”
That’s better, there’s no need to tangle with karma.
Ying Zijin stood up, combed her hair, and walked out.
She just happened to run into Yun Wu.
Ying Zijin gave a nod, “Do you have a sack?”
A big question mark appeared on Yun Wu’s poker face.