Boundless Saint took a deep breath, trying to suppress down his excitement. He looked extremely spirited when he talked. This moment, he had totally forgotten the fear for Bing-Er. He had lost lots of blood and should be weak at the moment, but he was so excited that he seemed totally fine!
Get the money!
Boundless Saint gave the order. The thirteen golden label assassins looked at each other, pushing each other like kids. They were obviously thirsty for it, but none of them dared to take the money first.
"Tiger, why don’t you get it first. You were yelling that you would be the first! What? Are you afraid now?"
"I am a coward, so what? I was having an ill stomach…"
"So what? That should only make you feel weak on your legs. There is nothing to do about taking the money!"
"No… It is just… After I went to the toilet, I didn’t wash my hands… I feel that it is much better if I will be the last one to take the money. It is the same, isn’t it? Panther, you get it first…"