Mosby had failed to convince the Golding family, and his mood had hit rock bottom. Given his status, he did not have the authority to issue a bounty backed by the major houses.

In other words, he could not rally the underground assassins under the name of a bloodline clan to hunt down Andrew.

So now, he had no choice but to take an alternative route.

Old Hayface, still battered and cautious, spoke up carefully. "Mr. Lake, we really can't afford to take this lightly. This Andrew guy is no joke. Even Ellis couldn't beat him. If we're going after him, your average martial artist won't cut it."

Mosby shot him a frosty glare and snapped, "Do I need you to remind me? The kid's arrogant, sure—but he's got the strength to back it up. To bring him down, we'll have to be strategic. That's why I said earlier—I'm willing to spend 500 million!

"With that kind of money, I could buy the lives of half the thugs in this city like it's nothing…"

Old Hayface hesitated, then suddenly perked