The Pope, whose real name was Chen Fugui, wore an expression of cold indifference. He felt no need to be courteous towards the big shots of Anli City; his reputation spoke for itself.
The Pope said indifferently, "Who's the target?"
Mu Haibai let out a sigh of relief. The Pope's arrival was a good sign. He laughed and said, "He will come tomorrow. Please wait a moment."
The Pope nodded. "500,000 US dollars."
"No problem."
The Pope was already preparing his heavy weapon: a sniper rifle.
At the same time, who exactly did this Mu Haibai want to kill to warrant such a grand show of force, simply lying in wait for someone to fall into the trap? the Pope wondered.
"Forget it, I'll find out tomorrow," the Pope muttered to himself.
Finally, Mu Haibai awaited the arrival of Master Lin Mu. He was a short, elderly man with a hunched back, as thin as a rail, and carried a walking stick. His sharp eyes stared straight at Mu Haibai.
Mu Haibai hurriedly said, "Master Lin Mu."
