The foreign man coughed up blood and looked at Tang Luo's eyes full of horror.

Too strong!

"I said, you can't leave."

Tang Luo slowly stepped forward and looked down at the foreign man.

A foreign man wanted to retreat, but behind him was the edge of the rooftop, and he had no choice but to retreat.

"You...who are you?"

"You dare to kill someone without even knowing who you are targeting?"

Tang Luo's expression was fun.

"It seems that the killer list is really very humid now."

"Let me go, I can... buy my life."

The foreign man gritted his teeth and said.

"Haha, you want to buy it, but I won't sell it yet."

Tang Luo shook his head.

"Do you think I'm playing house with you? I just said that I've wanted to find you for a long time, but I haven't had time... Now that you're here, can I let you go?"

When a foreign man frowned when he heard Tang Luo's words, what does it mean?

"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 upset."

Tang Luo bent down and picked up the butterfly knife that fell to the ground.

Swish swish swish swish.

The butterfly knife flew in his hand, making it even smoother than a foreign man.

"My nickname? Blood Bat?"

Foreign men are even more strange. What's wrong with his nickname?

"Um."

Tang Luo nodded.

"Do you want to know why? 100 million US dollars, I'll let you die and understand."

When the foreign man heard Tang Luo's words, he widened his eyes.

What?

$100 million?

Do you understand?

Is he crazy?

Not only did foreign men stare at each other, but Meng Lei and the others also reacted similarly.

$100 million?

You heard it right?

Luo Ge’s asking price is too exaggerated, right?

"Why, don't you want to know? OK, then you'll die in a daze."

Tang Luo shook the butterfly knife and wanted to cut off the throat of a foreign man.

When he met a rookie, he could let it go, but this guy is a famous killer on the killer list. How could he let it go!

If you dare to kill him, you will definitely have to pay the price!

This is also the rule in the killer world.

If you die, you can’t blame anyone, you can only blame yourself for your poor strength!

"Wait, I'll get the money..."

The foreign man felt the fierce murderous intent and was shocked and blurted out.

"Oh? Very good. Being a wise ghost is better than being a confused ghost."

Tang Luo paused and said with a smile.

"How much more... can I buy my life?"

The foreign man asked again.

"One hundred billion dollars, do you have it? If you have it, I don't mind letting you go."

Tang Luo said playfully.

“…”

Foreign men are silent. If there are 10 billion, who will be the killer?

"No? I'm sorry."

Tang Luo smiled, he knew that this guy couldn't take it out.

Although money comes quickly when a killer comes, it is usually a killer who enjoys life.

The profession that keeps your head on the waist is very dangerous. Who is drunk today?

Therefore, except for a few killer kings, most killers don’t have much money.

"Can you be cheaper?"

The foreign man trembled and asked hurriedly.

"Do you think this is buying vegetables in the vegetable market? It also has bargaining prices? It costs 10 billion US dollars, so you won't bargain!"

Tang Luo was playing with the butterfly knife and was ready to stab it out at any time.

The foreign man gritted his teeth: "Okay, I want to know who you are and why you are looking for me."

"Haha, that's right, this problem is very cheap."

Tang Luo smiled and told him an account to ask foreign men to transfer money.

Meng Lei and others were speechless. Did they really transfer the money?

One question, 100 million US dollars, this may be the most expensive problem in the world, right?

But if it were them, they would probably transfer the money.

Death is inevitable.

Just as Tang Luo said, it is better to be a wise ghost than to be a confused ghost, right?

Anyway, they are going to die, so it's useless to keep money.

drop.

Soon, Tang Luo received the transfer.

He looked at the text message, raised his lips, and then put away his cell phone.

"Who are you?"

The foreign man looked at Tang Luo and asked again.

He spent this million US dollars not only to be a wise ghost, but to understand Tang Luo's identity and find another glimmer of hope for himself.

For example...If he knew Tang Luo's identity, then someone he knew might know Tang Luo.

In that case, he has great hope of survival.

This is the fundamental reason why he is willing to spend 100 million US dollars.

"Okay, since you have spent money, of course I have to tell you that I am a fair person and will be free from deception."

Tang Luo nodded.

"I also have a nickname in the Western world, called Blood Shura."

"Blood Shura?"

When the foreign man heard these three words, he was stunned for a moment. He was very familiar?

Then, he thought of something and suddenly widened his eyes.

who?

Is he a blood Shura?

How is that possible!

Meng Lei knew the three words "Blood Shura", but he didn't know what it meant.

The Nighthawks and the other two repeated, Blood Shura, it's very strange.
To be continued...