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If the assets he mentioned could be mortgaged for 150 million, he would have gone to the bank long ago. Why would he need to call him?

So I rejected it without even considering it.

Seeing that Jiang Tiansheng was hiding his most valuable possession and refusing to reveal it, Qin Tai directly cut off his supply: "Mr. Jiang, although we are from the same sect and you are my respected leader, there are rules in the underworld, even brothers have to settle accounts clearly!"

"If there's no other collateral that interests me, then let's not waste our phone bills; they're expensive!"

After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone.

Jiang Tiansheng stopped in Bengbu, and with immense pain, pulled out his most treasured possession: "I have 30% of Mingke Group's shares. Pledging 150 million should be enough, right?"

Mingke Group stock?

Great stuff!

Ming Ke and Ming Dian are both subsidiaries of Ming Tai Group, the largest real estate company in Hong Kong Island, and are respectively managed by the two sons of Yip Hiu-lai, the chairman of Ming Tai Group.

With the continuous booming development of Hong Kong Island's real estate market, the valuation of real estate company shares will rise accordingly. The status of a shareholder is also a ticket to enter high society and an important basis for Jiang Tiansheng to clear his name!

This is definitely a huge investment!

Qin Tai's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, and he said in a serious tone, "Mr. Jiang, you are my most respected boss. How can I sit idly by and watch you in trouble?! It's just 150 million, no problem!"

Of course, 150 million in cash is impossible.

However, there's absolutely no problem with Jiawen Century's worth of 150 million worth of worthless paper... oh no, I mean, stocks worth more than gold!

Anyway, it's not like I'm the one mortgaging to the bank, so what if the stock price crashes?

However, Qin Tai decided to see things through to the end. If Jiang Tiansheng died, he would point out a way for the bank to go to Tailand to collect the debt from Jiang Tianyang, which would be a good idea.

There's nothing I can do; I was born with a compassionate heart!

"I'll send someone to deliver the share transfer agreement to you right away!"

Jiang Tiansheng's heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do. He could only save his life first; money could be earned back!

That afternoon, after a series of operations, Jiang Tiansheng promptly transferred 150 million to the designated overseas account.

The money went around in circles and returned to his hands. He didn't spend a penny, but he got shares in Mingke Group for free and became the second largest shareholder.

The kitten asked with a hint of excitement, "We've made a net profit of fifteen million this time. Should we cancel the commission on the dark web while we're at it? We can get half back, which adds up to almost twenty million..."

Qin Tai gently stroked her silky skin, shaking his head with a smile: "What kind of good show stops halfway through? Jiang Tiansheng has already thrown in so much money, he has to make a good impression! Make him feel that the money was well spent!"

Canceling the commission and ending the farce, and stopping in time, would certainly result in a hefty profit.

But such a half-hearted attempt was not Qin Tai's goal. He not only wanted to get rid of Jiang Tiansheng once and for all and kick Dongxing to the curb, but also wanted to leave his descendants with no way out!

Since they chose to use underhanded tactics to muddy the waters of the martial arts world and the assassin community, they were setting a precedent.

What Qin Tai can do, others can do too.

What if everyone follows suit? Every big shot in a gang has tens of millions in assets.

If you can't beat them, you resort to this suicidal approach. If you're lucky, you might actually manage to upset them. After all the commotion, this fire will eventually burn them.

Therefore, Qin Tai plans to tear up the entire Dark Web Assassin Ranking in one fell swoop!

The simplest method, of course, is to break the trust between the dark web and assassin organizations!

Imagine if Thor, the most mysterious ace on the assassin's list, suddenly had his identity revealed to the world. What would everyone think then?

Quack quack....

Under Qin Tai's manipulation, the hidden flower was updated.

"Camel's head, 50 million bounty! The four tigers of Dongxing, 10 million each; White-haired Old Man, 20 million bounty! The other hall masters, 5 million each!"

Little did they know that all the leaders of Tung Sing, including Camel, had already fled back to their hometown in Yuen Long in fear.

"Now you believe me? It wasn't me who sent the bounty!" The white-haired old man, his face bruised and swollen from the beating, cried and pounded his chest, shouting, "You've been eating, drinking, and living with me these past few days, have you seen me do anything suspicious like contacting the assassin?"

"I'm now on the bounty for 20 million! Even if I were an idiot, I wouldn't risk getting myself into this mess, would I?"

The group couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment; it seemed they had truly misunderstood.

So the question is, who exactly posted the hidden offer?

But they made Dongxing take the blame?

"I never imagined in my life that my head could be worth so much!"

"Even if you sold me, you wouldn't be able to scrape together ten million!" "I'm too scared to patrol the brothels in Yau Tsim Mong now, for fear of being shot by assassins!"

The Four Tigers of Tung Sing are having a really tough time right now. Ever since the bounty was posted, their underlings have been looking at them strangely. If they weren't so cautious after being in the underworld for so many years, they might already be selling salted duck eggs!

Smiling Tiger, Lui Yiu-yeung, and Sha Meng were all injured and went through many hardships to barely escape back to their hometown of Yuen Long, paying a considerable price for it.

"Damn it, none of them have any sense of loyalty these days! They were once worshipped by Lord Guan, but now even the underlings dare to kill their bosses!"

The crow was the worst off, its body wrapped in bandages like a mummy, covered in bruises.

There was nothing he could do; he was so stingy with his underlings, who could endure going hungry for three days and nine meals a day?

This time, with the bounty on Crow's head, his underlings' eyes lit up. They were ready to settle both old and new scores. They'd start with a greeting like, "Big brother, you smell so good," and the next second they were sharpening their knives.

As for why there were no camels among the group, it's because that guy was so scared that he ran back to Windmill Country for refuge overnight.

Upon hearing the news, Jiang Tiansheng was overjoyed. This move was brilliant! Even the various hall masters of Dongxing were on the list. Let's see how Camel can still act willfully and arbitrarily!

It seems this farce should come to an end...

Just as he was about to pick up the phone to contact Camel, an even more explosive bounty notice shook the entire martial arts world like a thunderclap, while also making his blood feel as if it had frozen solid.

"Jiang Tiansheng's head, reward of 100 million!"

A coffee shop in the capital of Malaysia.

A young man dressed in a red leather jacket, with an flamboyant style, was playing the erhu with great enthusiasm, completely out of place with the surrounding jazz atmosphere. Unfortunately, the tone he produced was worse than the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard, and the surrounding drinkers all avoided him with disgust, getting goosebumps.

But he was completely oblivious, and his face was full of self-satisfaction.

It was none other than Thor, ranked second on the dark web assassin list. At this moment, he had just eliminated a low-level mafia boss and had returned specifically to collect his bounty.

A hitman broker who looked remarkably like Fei Xue walked in, arm in arm with two local beauties, a black pearl in her mouth, a cigar dangling from her lips. Her henchmen opened their briefcases, revealing stacks of cash that drew gleaming gasps from the dancers.

Thor looked at him with disgust: "I risked my life for this little money?"

This amount of Malaysian Ringgit, converted to US dollars, would be worth at most a little over two million.

Before the fat real estate agent could speak, the henchman beside him said with a displeased look, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Thor, all smiles, suddenly launched an attack, piercing the hand of his boastful underling with an ice pick and pinning it hard to the bar. The underling screamed in pain and collapsed to his knees.

“I am better than him and more efficient, so I deserve twice the price!”

Thor said solemnly.