Living With the School Flower: The Master of Flirtation

Leng Xuan is an expert, of course he understands that it is not easy to train a killer, even if the killer is garbage, it is not only a million, what's more, he still feels that there is still something in this chick. The weak wave of true qi is obviously also a member of the ancient martial arts family or the cultivator family. Such a killer is naturally more valuable.

Gritting her teeth in July, she said: "This is the first mission I took on, and I failed. So, I can't get the two million reward at all, and it's still with my mother. All I have If you want, I can give you this million, as long as you let me go."

Leng Xuan snorted, and said calmly, "Then give me your mother's phone number!"

"Ah?" Qiyue was taken aback. Does this guy want to threaten his mother with himself? It's funny even thinking about it, isn't this courting death? However, she also has another level of worry. How embarrassing would it be if she let her mother know that she failed in the mission and was controlled instead? After hesitating for a while, he felt that the matter of embarrassment was less important than the matter of life and death. Since this kid wanted to die, let him threaten his mother. He immediately reported Uncle Guan's phone number and said, "This is not my mother's phone number." , but it’s the same when you call him.”

Leng Xuan didn't expect that this number was actually from a foreign country. He glanced at Qiyue strangely. Although the girl was still wearing a mask, Leng Xuan couldn't see her face, but from the girl's eyes, he could see a trace of Disdainful, vaguely guessed that although this chick is just a killer, her family is definitely not simple, I'm afraid it's not easy to mess with, but right now is when I need money, if I don't make good use of it, it's really not worth the candle , without any hesitation at the moment, he directly dialed the phone number called Uncle Guan, and asked Qiyue, "What's your name?"

July said: "July, Xia Qiyue!"

After a while, the call was connected, and the voice of a middle-aged man full of authority came over. He probably knew that the call was from China, so he said in very standard Mandarin: "Hello, who?"

Leng Xuan said indifferently: "Is your name Uncle Guan?"

"It's me!" Uncle Guan said, "Who are you?"

Leng Xuan said: "It's about business!"

"Oh?" Uncle Guan is a middleman in the organization. Usually when someone pays for an assassin, he acts as a bridge of communication. He smiled politely and said, "What's your name?"

"The surname is Leng!" Leng Xuan said.

"So it's Mr. Leng!" Uncle Guan said, "I don't know what kind of business you want to talk about?"

Leng Xuan smiled and said, "Saving people's business!"

"Huh?" Uncle Guan's voice seemed a little displeased, and he said lightly, "Mr. Leng, I think you have found the wrong person?"

"What? You are only responsible for killing people, not saving people?" Leng Xuan rubbed his nose and smiled lightly, "If that's the case, then you'd better prepare a coffin for Xia Qiyue."

"What?" Uncle Guan seemed taken aback when he heard this, but his calmness was obviously much better than that of ordinary people, and in an instant he laughed and said, "Aren't you Are you kidding me? July is in your hands?" Usually, Uncle Guan would address July as Miss Seven, but since the other party came to ask for money, he naturally had to be very indifferent when addressing her, as if there was no I don't care much about this person's life or death.