Half an hour later, Qi Yun placed a brown paper bag containing one hundred thousand yuan on the table.
Old Ghost just squeezed the thickness of the paper bag without even looking at it and stuffed it directly into his heavy army coat.
"I'll contact you once the job is done." After leaving this message, he stood up and left.
Qi Yun wasn't bothered by this; in fact, he quite liked dealing with people like this.
About a quarter-hour later, Shi Feng hurriedly returned from outside.
Seeing him with a troubled expression, Qi Yun poured a cup of tea and handed it over, saying, "Is everything arranged?"
Shi Feng took the cup and drank it down in one gulp.
Mimicking a famous coach's manner, he blew on the few strands of hair he had left in front of his forehead: "Pfft~ I've got it sorted. Once everyone gathers, we'll go. This time, I must let those bastards see how powerful I am."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun couldn't help but frown.
