"Thirty million dollars to kill the master, and fifty million to capture you alive!"
"Am I only worth that much?"
Eric was somewhat dissatisfied, shook his head, and asked again, "Do you know how 'Thorn' tracked our whereabouts?"
"One member of the Thorn Mercenary Group was on a tour in Shanghai and recognized you at the airport. After learning our destination from airport staff, he immediately informed their headquarters. Since Thorn happened to have a team in Paris, they arranged this act!"
"Mercenaries don't have my photo on hand, do they?"
Eric shook his head with a smile, not a trace of worry in his expression. Instead, he seemed to be looking forward to a future that was no longer boring.
Skidmore glanced at the seven people lying unconscious on the ground and asked, "Master, what should we do with these people?"
"Let them fend for themselves here!" Eric smiled faintly and said, "Go find a car, we should head back to the hotel!"