The man's voice was deep and hoarse, sounding like an old radio.

Liu Hao didn't understand why this man came to him, but he took out a cigarette, lit it and said, "Sorry, I don't have any need."

After speaking, Liu Hao took a step forward and signaled the man to give in.

But the man didn't move even an inch. He stopped moving his hand, and the blade of the knife was facing Liu Hao.

"Eight hundred, at most this price."

"I don't need it, don't you understand?" Liu Hao frowned and looked carefully. There was a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead, and even his hands couldn't help shaking.

"You can't trust my skills, right? After one second, I can make the cigarette in your mouth break into two pieces evenly. You will pay me eight hundred yuan and I will kill a person for you? How about that?"

The man seemed to completely ignore Liu Hao's words and asked himself.

Liu Hao stopped talking, a little annoyed with this man, but at the same time he felt a little playful.

The man in front of him is undoubtedly a killer. Although such black market killers are rare to see, they are not uncommon in the underground world like Chengdong District.

The man Liu Hao met was obviously down and out and had no business, but at the same time he didn't want to lose his dignity and steal money.
Chapter completed!