“You want a head? Sure. I have two right here for you.” Frost closed in on the both of them with burning, murderous rage.

“Frost, calm down! You assassins risk your necks for money, don’t you? Regardless of whether you completed the mission or not, I’ll pay you fifty million—No! Sixty million!” Jaxon said hurriedly while he pulled Elisa back.

“Why are you giving him so much money? He’s not getting a penny without showing us Dustin’s head!” Elisa said in displeasure.

Jaxon’s face darkened.