“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. At this moment, he really wanted to kill Elisa.

She was so frustratingly stupid.

They were in danger. Why was she still acting like a prideful jerk?

“Money is no longer important,” said Frost and snorted. “You asked me to kill the Wyatt family outcast and said that he’s just an ordinary man.”

Then, his voice grew mocking. He also sounded regretful in the next instant. “Ordinary, you say? You sent us all to die!

“How could you ask us to kill someone like that?! Do you think you’re invin