"Number Ten, we have known each other for some time now, you can't just jack up the price like this. I really can't come up with that much cash." He Dalong's expression was almost tearful; he truly could not produce that much money.
"Then I'm sorry, goodbye." No sooner had Number Ten finished speaking than he and his men were looking to leave.
He Dalong knew the consequences if Number Ten and his men left, and he hurriedly grabbed hold of Number Ten: "Number Ten, I'll give you the money, as long as you kill this guy. Otherwise, I'll be the one dying."
At this moment, Ling Zhenfei began to feel impatient: "Have you guys settled on a price or not? I'm getting quite anxious waiting here."
Number Ten said to Ling Zhenfei with a smile, "Don't be in such a hurry to meet your death; once the price is right, you'll be on your way to the Western Heaven immediately."