The next morning, Jin Enxi called Shen Qinglan.
The third day, "Hello, Enxi," Shen Qinglan's voice still carried the grogginess of just having woken up.
Jin Enxi said, "Qinglan, guess what I found out this morning?"
"What?"
"Someone posted a hit contract online. Whoever kills King will get a reward of one hundred million. If they can cause him serious injury, fifty million is offered, and even BK members have different bounties on their heads. Who holds such a deep grudge against King to go to such lengths? If I find out who issued the contract, I will definitely thank them. They are practically doing a public service. I just saw that five people have already taken on the contract." Jin Enxi's voice was tinged with delight.
Shen Qinglan spoke indifferently, "It was me."
"Oh, it was you… wait, Qinglan, did you just say the person who posted the contract was you?" Jin Enxi exclaimed in shock, nearly rolling off the sofa.
