When Young Master Luo inquired, Jin He said hurriedly, "Young Master Luo, the strength of that person just now was too strong. Although I know some people from the Xuanmen, I feel, compared with him, they're simply no match."
"Who cares whether they are a match or not, just find someone for me first. I must slaughter that Ye Haochuan," Luo Wenhao said, unable to tolerate such a huge humiliation.
However, as he spoke louder, it aggravated the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing him to grimace in pain.
"Alright, I'll contact that Xuanmen expert," Jin He said with resignation, nodding his head. "However, Young Master Luo, that Xuanmen expert is quite arrogant. If we ask for his help, the price is not small."
"What price?" Luo Wenhao said through clenched teeth, still feeling the painful sting at the corner of his mouth.
"That Xuanmen expert works as a hitman, but his asking price is often no less than ten million, and sometimes even higher," Jin He explained.