“How much are you offering?” he asked.

“Twenty million.” Jaxon raised two fingers.

“Oh? You’re offering twenty million for a mediocre martial artist?” Frost’s voice betrayed no emotion.

“This person is involved in my sister’s disappearance, and he might have taken advantage of her before killing her. If you can kill him, I can offer more on top of the twenty million!” Jaxon’s face was filled with hate.

“I accept this deal on behalf of God’s Lance,” Frost said coolly. Then, in a threateni