The bald man chuckled, "So about the money Mr. Ji promised..."
"Are you sure that no one noticed you during this process?" Ji Jiaming asked leisurely, his elongated shadow falling on the ground, giving him an even darker demeanor.
"Absolutely," the bald man slapped his chest to assure, "With my work, Mr. Ji can rest easy. Only we know about this matter right now, and I guarantee no one else will find out."
Ji Jiaming nodded in satisfaction and reached into his coat pocket.
The bald man was thrilled; he could earn hundreds of thousands for such a simple task. It was a breeze.
Until he saw that Ji Jiaming didn't pull out a check but a silenced pistol.
The cold muzzle pointed at his forehead froze him in place, his face filled with terror, "Mr. Ji, what are you doing? I swear, I will never..."
Then there was a "bang," and blood spattered from a hole in the bald man's forehead.
