Chapter 381 Secret Service (2/2)

”The full name,” exclaimed Han Sen coldly, feeling excited inwardly.

What's Zhu Ting was talking about the seemed to be the Secret Service written on the work permit. If that was true, then he could start to piece together what had happened.

His great grandpa, the man of the Nings, and the man of the Chens, should be working in the same department. Very likely, they found something in God's Sanctuary. Since Han Sen's great grandpa left the words ”super gene,” maybe the other two persons had left the same message, or even more details.

After all, the work permit of Han Sen's grandpa showed that he was just an investigator. Maybe the other two persons were the team leads. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Starry Group had accumulated such fortune in a few generations.

”I really don't know. My father mentioned it randomly. You know that I am just a bastard son and have not spent any time in the clan. How would I have any chance to know about the family secrets? If they didn't need me to become a spy, I wouldn't have learned these either,” said Zhu Ting bitterly.

Han Sen asked Zhu Ting a few more questions but did not manage to get more information.

Han Sen knew that Zhu Ting was still hiding a lot of information, but he understood that it would be hard to tell the truth from the lie if Zhu Ting said more. So far, Han Sen did learn some useful things from Zhu Ting.

”Mr. Han, I have told you everything you want to know. Please let me go,” Zhu Ting begged.

”Since it is none of my business that you are a spy, I would have let you go. However, you tried to hurt me, so I can't just do that. I will hand you over to Yang Yongcheng, and it's up to you whether you can live or not,” Han Sen smiled and said.

Zhu Ting suddenly shuddered, gritted his teeth and said, ”Mr. Han, how about I pay for my own life. Could you name the price?”

The thought of Ning Yue made Zhu Ting shudder. If he ended up in Ning's hand, he would rather die.

Although Han Sen was cruel, he was as lovely as a child in the kindergarten compared to Ning Yue, according to what Zhu Ting knew about the young master.

”All right. So, tell me what is your worth? You are the young master of the Chens, so you wouldn't let me down, right?” Han Sen looked at Zhu Ting, curious.

”I am just a bastard son, and no young master. What kind of young master would risk his life like this… 100 million for my life, what do you think?” Zhu Ting gritted his teeth and said.

Han Sen did not speak but smiled at Zhu Ting.

”200 million?” Zhu Ting said the number as if he were selling his own daughter.

”I don't think you really want to live.” Han Sen immediately walked to Yang Yongcheng, checking whether he was about to wake up.

No matter how Zhu Ting yelled, Han Sen ignored him. It was impossible that Zhu Ting had brought so much cash with him in God's Sanctuary. Han Sen did not believe he had even 20,000. Just by listening to Zhu Ting, Han Sen knew that he did not plan to pay.