Qin Zhen's expression was grim, but his naturally composed demeanor helped him quickly calm down.
The fifty-million-dollar reward for killing Wu Liangchen was certainly tempting, but Qin Zhen had a feeling that money wouldn't be easy to claim. It was better to let this Yin Jiu test the waters first.
If he succeeded, then Qin Zhen would just have to accept it. Sun Fusheng had already paid him plenty, so missing out on fifty million wasn't the end of the world.
If he failed, however, then Qin Zhen would have to seriously reconsider his own approach.
With this in mind, he gave the grave-faced Sun Fusheng a slight smile. "Patriarch Sun, there's no need to worry. With me here, I will ensure your safety."
Compared to Yin Jiu, whose mere presence made one's skin crawl, Sun Fusheng had much more faith in the steady and resolute Qin Zhen, so he nodded.
"Good, then I'll be counting on you, Hall Master Qin!"
Qin Zhen smiled faintly. "You're too kind."
