"Who are you?" Standing three meters away from the person, Zhao Erdan had already seen the man's appearance clearly.
The man held a crossbow in his hand, with a box beside him, likely for placing the crossbow and arrows.
This person was none other than Red Scorpion.
Seeing Zhao Erdan approaching, Red Scorpion grinned, his voice sinister: "Someone paid five million for Chen Ziran's life."
Zhao Erming was taken aback, not expecting the man to reveal his intention right away. He immediately tensed up, his eyes fixed on the crossbow in Red Scorpion's hand: "What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything. If you want to stay alive, pay a ransom of ten million," Red Scorpion glanced towards the car: "By eight o'clock tonight, I want the money in my account. If the money isn't there by then, don't blame me for killing someone."
"Damn, trying to double-cross me!" Zhao Erdan was furious.
