Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 621 - 601: My Money Isn’t That Easy to Take

"But, why should I help you?"

Herman leaned back on the sofa behind him, a cold smile seemingly still on his face, "You should know, there are almost no people left alive who have offended the Rothschild Clan."

"You're looking at one who survived," Ren Feng said calmly, "It won't involve you, rest assured, when the time comes, you just have to arrange for us to leave the city. As for the price, it's negotiable."

"Fifty million US Dollars." Herman spoke directly.

"Alright." Ren Feng said with a nonchalant expression.

Seeing Ren Feng agree without batting an eye, Herman was somewhat surprised. He carefully scrutinized Ren Feng and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have the money, but my rule is you transfer the money first."

"No problem."

Ren Feng still readily agreed.

Herman clapped his hands, and immediately, someone brought a computer over. Ren Feng entered the account password, and in just a moment, fifty million US Dollars were transferred to Herman's account.

Seeing the successful transfer, Herman burst out laughing: "Truly straightforward, may I know your name?"

"Ren Feng, though you might not be familiar with the name, you should know my title."

"What title?" Herman took a drag of his cigarette, his mind already calculating. This kid in front of him, now that the money was in hand, once he left, he could sell him out to the Rothschild Clan for another profit!

This deal, definitely not a loss.

"King of Mercenaries." Ren Feng's expression remained calm.

"What?" Herman suddenly sat up, looking at Ren Feng, "Did you raid Clausewitz Prison and bomb John Mansion?"

"That's right."

Herman's face showed shock, but inside he was ecstatic. Who would've thought, the person before him was the King of Mercenaries, and the Rothschild Clan had him on their wanted list. If he sold his whereabouts, he would undoubtedly make a huge profit.

"Impressive, you truly are extraordinary." Herman said with a smile. "This deal is done, just tell me the time and place, and I'll take you out of the city then."

But Ren Feng was in no hurry. He looked at Herman and smiled, "Do you know why I was so decisive in transferring the money and revealing my name to you?"

Herman was slightly bewildered, unaware of what Ren Feng meant.

"The chief told me you're a double-dealer, selling intelligence to both sides. If I'm not mistaken, once I leave, you'll sell my information to the Rothschild Clan, won't you?"

Herman, shocked inside but smiling outwardly, said, "King of Mercenaries, what nonsense are you talking? In business, when dealing with intelligence, the focus is on integrity."

"But you have no integrity, otherwise you wouldn't be notorious," Ren Feng said calmly. "To prevent any mishaps in our deal, I've specially prepared a poison for you."

"What do you mean?"

Herman stood up, staring at Ren Feng with a cold face.

"I mean nothing, just that my money isn't that easy to take," Ren Feng said as he took a pill from the plastic bag in his pocket, looking at Herman, his expression still extremely calm.

"No one has ever dared to mess around on my turf." Herman took a drag of his cigarette and suddenly drew a pistol from nearby, firing at Ren Feng!

Bam!

The bullet pierced through the sofa but missed Ren Feng. His figure appeared in front of Herman, delivering a heavy elbow to him, the pistol flying out of his hand, and the pill being tossed into his mouth.

Grabbing Herman's jaw, closing it, the pill was swallowed into his mouth, and immediately, a wave of searing pain erupted inside Herman's body!

Not far away, the onlooking men saw the sudden turn of events and charged at Ren Feng.

Ren Feng turned his head, kicking a man coming at him flying, then moved swiftly, delivering multiple kicks, sending two more flying!

"Ah!"

One of the men drew a knife and slashed at Ren Feng, the others followed, brandishing their weapons and charging at Ren Feng.

Ren Feng dodged, moving to the pool table, grabbing one man's hand and slamming it onto the table, then a pool cue pierced his palm, making a splash and piercing through the marble table, blood dripping underneath.

"Ah!"

The man screamed in agony, his hand and the pool cue stuck together, unable to move.

Ren Feng's expression remained cold, grabbing a billiard ball and flinging it towards another man!

With several dull grunts and screams, the billiard ball hit the man's head, and all the approaching men fell to the ground!

In a short time, Ren Feng had already taken care of all of Herman's men, leaving only Herman on the sofa.

Herman was still screaming in pain, feeling as if he were being roasted over a flame, the agony was unbearable.

"What did you make me take?"

"Poison."

Ren Feng leisurely took a bottle from the liquor cabinet, poured a drink for himself, sat back on the sofa, looked at Herman and smiled slightly, "So, do you still want to sell my information to the Rothschild Clan?"

In fact, Ren Feng had given Herman the Rongyang Elixir, but it contained a trace of Ren Feng's True Qi. This True Qi remained in Herman's body, and with just a thought, Ren Feng could make Herman suffer in agony, as if dying.

This meant Herman's life was in Ren Feng's hands now.

"Give me the antidote now!" Herman howled, his face twisted in pain.

"Sorry, that won't do." Ren Feng smiled, "Do you really think I'm stupid? Would I do something without assurance?"

At this moment, Herman finally realized the person before him was a devil!

Ren Feng's thought halted, and the True Qi inside Herman ceased its eruption, the pain vanished, and he panted heavily.

"The poison will act randomly, approximately once a day, lasting for three days. If you don't get the antidote, you know what the consequences will be, right?" Ren Feng said blandly.

"What do you want?" Herman looked at Ren Feng, fear already in his eyes.

"Simple, fair trade. You've received the money, all I need is for you to take us out of the city when the time comes," Ren Feng said calmly. "Do it, the money is yours, and you'll get the antidote; fail, and I'm afraid you won't last three days."

"Furthermore, to prevent you from doing something stupid, let me make it clear, even the Rothschild Clan couldn't break this poison because I'm the only one with the antidote," Ren Feng smiled slightly, "If I don't give you the antidote, you have no way out."

Herman slumped on the sofa, realizing everything was under his control.