Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 111 110: Robbed of 3.3 Billion

"It doesn't matter."

Ye Ling glanced at the middle-aged strong man and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for them to co."

"What if the Holy Spirit Pavilion really does have Innate experts coming? How will we handle it?" Yuan Heng said anxiously.

The middle-aged strong man also hurriedly said, "Aren't you afraid of our Holy Spirit Pavilion's Innate experts?"

"Let analyze this."

Ye Ling said indifferently, "Given the current level of Spiritual Energy on Earth, advancing to Innate should be very difficult. Even if there really are Innate experts, they must represent the profound foundation of a major power, and such experts, how could they easily make an appearance?"

"Moreover, as a nation, Huaxia has a thorough understanding and control over these major powers. Even if they are powerful, they cannot act lawlessly. After all, Huaxia is a society governed by the rule of law, isn't it?"

"Then, these forces are not part of Huaxia, they must be in a hostile state with Huaxia. Even if there are Innate experts, they must be under Huaxia's surveillance. If they make any move, how could Huaxia sit by and ignore it?"

"Considering all the above conditions, it is impossible for Innate experts to co."

There was another sentence Ye Ling didn't say—that as long as no Innate experts ca, he wasn't afraid!

Ye Ling was now in the middle stage of Houtian. With the strength of his True Qi from the Nine Nether Emperor Technique, he could completely match a True Cultivator in the late stage of Houtian.

Plus, with those Jade Talismans that Ye Ling had crafted, even if a True Cultivator at the pinnacle of Houtian ca along, Ye Ling wouldn't lose.

In an era where no Innate showed up, with Ye Ling's strength, he could absolutely sweep away anyone.

The middle-aged strong man's face changed repeatedly after hearing Ye Ling's analysis.

Ye Ling's analysis was indeed on point, and most importantly, how could an Innate expert possibly appear on behalf of such small fry like them?

"Uncle, my analysis isn't wrong, is it?"

Ye Ling looked towards the middle-aged strong man.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged strong man snorted coldly, turned his head, and stopped paying attention to Ye Ling.

"I'm giving you one last chance, a chance to keep your 'chrysanthemum' intact."

Ye Ling's voice started to turn chilling as he said, "The Holy Spirit Pavilion couldn't have co to kill Shen Yuexin without a reason. Moreover, for soone with your strength, the price must be high. Tell , who exactly sent you?"

The middle-aged strong man didn't utter a word, as if he really was like he said, willing to die before speaking.

"Alright, you won't talk, huh?"

Ye Ling ran out of patience, suddenly stepped forward, and with a slap of his palm, his True Qi surged out, directly entering the middle-aged strong man's body.

"Thump thump!"

At that mont, dull thumping sounds ca from within the middle-aged strong man's body.

Mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted continuously from his mouth, and his face beca increasingly pale.

What made him most desperate was that all his ridians... had been completely destroyed!

Although the middle-aged strong man hadn't fully beco a True Cultivator, reaching this step had been extrely difficult, and he might have had the potential to enter Houtian.

But Ye Ling's attack had completely robbed the middle-aged strong man of any chance to cultivate, which was more painful to him than death itself.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!!!"

In a roar, the middle-aged strong man lunged at Ye Ling.

"Already crippled by , and you can still jump around?"

Ye Ling flipped the middle-aged strong man's body over and the tri-edge knife in his hand directly stabbed toward his buttocks.

"Wait!"

But just at that mont, the middle-aged strong man suddenly spoke up.

How could he truly not be afraid?

The thought of having one's 'chrysanthemum' punctured by a tri-edge knife was shiver-inducing.

"What a pity, I've never stabbed soone else's 'chrysanthemum' before, and it seems I won't have the chance again."

Ye Ling sighed and shook his head, saying, "My patience is limited, so if you have sothing to say, say it quickly."

"It was Hu Cheng; it was Hu Cheng who hired us to kill Shen Yuexin, and this matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Holy Spirit Pavilion. When we take on such tasks, we don't need to inform the Holy Spirit Pavilion."

"So you still claim it was a command from the high ranks of the Holy Spirit Pavilion?"

Ye Ling frowned and said, "I'm a person who really dislikes being deceived or threatened, and you've done both of those things."

"You said that as long as I told you, you would let go!" the middle-aged strong man shouted.

Ye Ling blinked, "Did I say that?"

"You!"

The middle-aged strong man was suddenly seething with anger, but after thinking it through carefully, he realized that Ye Ling indeed hadn't said so!

"But I also don't want to kill."

Ye Ling's eyes spun around as he spoke, "Presumably, as a top-notch assassin like yourself, killing a person would yield quite a handso reward, right? Take killing Shen Yuexin, for example, how much money would they pay you?"

"10 billion!"

The middle-aged strong man had beco completely honest and said obediently, "If Shen Yuexin were just an ordinary corporate president, there wouldn't be any need for so much money. But considering her connections to the Shen Family of the Imperial Capital, among the Four Great Families, the price is much higher."

"Oh?"

Ye Ling glanced at Shen Yuexin and then said to the middle-aged strong man, "Well, I don't want to make things difficult for you, and I don't want to kill you either. After all, I am a law-abiding good citizen of Huaxia. If you can devote all your money to , I'll let you go."

"Okay, I can give you all my money, and all my money is in a private bank, available instantly!" the middle-aged strong man hurriedly said.

What he hoped for most now was to save his life.

As for the money, he could earn it again if it was gone.

Even though he had been crippled by Ye Ling, with his background, he could still be a second-tier assassin.

"Great!"

Ye Ling clapped his hands, "My bank account is XXXXXX..., so will you transfer the money now? I just love money so much!"

"Alright alright alright."

The middle-aged strong man hurriedly took out his cell phone and fumbled with trembling hands until Ye Ling's phone imdiately received a ssage.

"Let count it: one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... billion, ten billion..."

"Is it a total of 33 billion?" Ye Ling asked.

"That's all I have; it's everything I own, for real, I'm not lying to you!"

The middle-aged strong man was nearly in tears. The 33 billion might not be his entire fortune as he claid, but it was the accumulation of a major part of his life's earnings!

To hand it over so easily would disturb anyone's equilibrium.

"Fine then."

Ye Ling nodded and added, "I'll take the money, and I won't take your life either. But you'd best make sure those people from the Holy Spirit Pavilion you brought here all leave, or else, even if I have to search to the ends of the earth, I will kill you."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Get out!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged strong man grabbed the lifeline presented, didn't say another word, and started running off into the distance.

As for how to notify those from the Holy Spirit Pavilion who were on their way, he must have had his own thods.

"Bang!"

After he left, Ye Ling released two strands of True Qi.

These two strands of True Qi carried the attribute of flas, directly incinerating the two corpses into nothingness.

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