Chapter 1783: The Question of 100 Million Dollars
The foreign man coughed up blood and looked at Tang Luo's gaze, full of horror.
It's too strong!
"I said, you can't go. ”
Tang Luo stepped forward slowly, looking at the foreign man condescendingly.
The foreign man wanted to retreat, but behind him was the edge of the rooftop, and there was no way to retreat.
"You...... Who the hell are you? ”
"You dare to kill people without even figuring out who they are targeting?"
Tang Luo looked playful.
"It seems that the killer list is really big now. ”
"Let me go, I can ...... Buy me a life. ”
The foreign man gritted his teeth and said.
"Hehe, you want to buy it, but I don't sell it yet. ”
Tang Luo shook his head.
"Do you think I'm playing with you? As I said, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't had time...... Now that you've delivered it to the door, can I let you go?"
Hearing Tang Luo's words, the foreign man frowned, what do you mean?
"You...... Why are you looking for me? We don't know each other. ”
"Well, we really don't know each other, but your nickname makes me very unhappy. ”
Tang Luo bent down and picked up the butterfly knife that had fallen to the ground.
Boom.
The butterfly knife flew in his hand, more slippery than a foreign man.
"My nickname, Blood Bat?"
The foreign man is even stranger, what's wrong with his nickname?
"Hmm. ”
Tang Luo nodded.
"Do you want to know why? 100 million dollars, I'll let you die. ”
Hearing Tang Luo's words, the foreign man's eyes widened.
What the?
$100 million?
Dead understand?
Is he crazy?
Not only did the foreign men's eyes widen, but Meng Lei and them also reacted similarly.
$100 million?
Did you hear that right?
Brother Luo's asking price is too exaggerated, right?
"Why, don't you want to know? Okay, then you're going to die in a daze. ”
As soon as Tang Luo shook the butterfly knife, he was about to cut the throat of a foreign man.
When he met a rookie, he could let it go, but this guy is a killer on the killer list, how could he let it go!
If you dare to kill him, you will definitely pay the price!
This is also the rule of the killer world.
If you die, you can't blame anyone, you can only blame yourself for your strength!
"Wait, I'll take the money......"
The foreign man felt the fierce killing intent, and couldn't help but be startled, and blurted out.
"Oh, well, it's better to be a fool than to be a fool. ”
Tang Luo paused, and said with a smile.
"Multi-...... How much can I buy my life?"
The foreign man asked again.
"Ten billion dollars, do you have it? If you do, I don't mind letting you go. ”
Tang Luo said playfully.
“......”
Foreign men don't squeak, if there are 10 billion, who will be a killer!
"No, then I'm sorry. ”
Tang Luo smiled, he knew that this guy couldn't take it out.
Although the money comes quickly when a hitman comes, a hitman usually enjoys life as well.
The profession of pinning the head to the waistband of the trousers is very dangerous, who is not drunk today!
So, except for a few killer kings, most killers, don't have much money.
"Can it be cheaper?"
The foreign man's heart trembled and he hurriedly asked.
"Do you think this is a vegetable market to buy vegetables? There is also a bargaining price? 10 billion US dollars, no bargaining!"
Tang Luo played with the butterfly knife, ready to stab at any time.
The foreign man gritted his teeth: "Okay, I want to know, who are you and why are you looking for me." ”
"Hehe, that's right, it's cheap. ”
Tang Luo smiled, said an account number, and asked the foreign man to transfer money.
Meng Lei and the others were speechless, did they really transfer money?
One question, $100 million, this is probably the most expensive problem in the world, right?
But think about it, if it were them, it would probably be transferred.
Death is already inevitable.
As Tang Luo said, it's better to be a ghost than a fool, right?
I'm going to die anyway, and there's no use in keeping the money.
Drip.
Soon, Don Luo received the transfer.
He looked at the text messages, the corners of his mouth curled, and then put away his phone.
"You...... Who is it?"
The foreign man looked at Tang Luo and asked again.
He spent this 100 million US dollars, not only to be a ghost who understands, but to find out Tang Luo's identity and find another chance for himself.
Like what...... If Tang Luo's identity is known to him, then someone he knows may know Tang Luo.
In that case, he has a good chance of surviving.
This is the fundamental reason why he is willing to spend $100 million.
"Okay, since you spent money, then of course I have to tell you that I am a fair trader, and Tong Su is not a bully. ”
Tang Luo nodded.
"I also have a nickname in the Western world, called Blood Shura. ”
"Blood Shura?"
Hearing these three words, the foreign man was stunned for a moment, very familiar?
Then, at the thought of something, his eyes widened sharply.
Who?
Is he a Blood Shura?
How can it be!
Meng Lei knew the three words 'Blood Shura', but he didn't know what it meant.
The three of Nighthawk repeated, Blood Shura, it's very strange.
But why, the reaction of foreign men will be so big!
The foreign man's body trembled, his face was full of fear, and he almost regretted his intestines.
What did he do!
He actually came to kill the blood Shura for 200 million US dollars?
What's the difference between this and suicide?
It's a shame that he still wants to let Tang Luo live in fear!
Right now...... He's in fear!
If he had known that Tang Luo was a Blood Shura, let alone 200 million US dollars, it would be 2 billion US dollars, and he would not have come!
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a Shura!
Whoever meets, dies!
"Hehe, it looks like you know me. ”
Tang Luo looked at the foreign man's reaction and smiled lightly.
"It's not good for you to say what your name is, you have to call it 'Blood Bat', even if you call it, it's still so weak...... My name is Blood Shura, and you are called Blood Bat, and if it spreads, don't you embarrass me?"
"I ...... I...... I'll change my name right away, I'll change it right away, I'll not call it a blood bat anymore. ”
The foreign man was really frightened and begged for mercy loudly.
"Shura-sama, please, give me a chance. ”
"Hehe, in the future? ”
Tang Luo chuckled lightly and shook his head, and the butterfly knife flashed.
"Ahh
The foreign man let out a cry of pain and then put his hands around his neck.
His eyes widened, and the fear on his face deepened.
Soon, blood flowed from between his fingers, more and more, staining his hands red.
Meng Lei and Nighthawk's eyelids jumped, although they didn't see Tang Luo's movements clearly just now, but looking at the neck of the foreign man, they also knew what was happening.
Butterfly knife, cut the neck of a foreign man!
He's dead.
Not to mention Meng Lei, even the three of Nighthawk were also frightened, Tang Luo really killed this blood bat?
Decisive killing!
At this moment, in their eyes, Tang Luo was a little strange.
Is this still the same Luo Ge who talks and laughs with them on weekdays?
Especially Meng Lei, he was shocked in his heart, it was too ruthless!