Unlike a bad boy like Li Qing who always likes to pay with guns, Porunarev deeply knows the power of money.

As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the grind.

Known: Ghost = Soul ≈ Substitute.

So, money > stand-in.

In most cases, the ability to make money is easier than the ability to stand-in.

This is really not a joke. After all, most of the substitute messengers in this world are working for those with money ability.

The few remaining parts...they are the money-capable people themselves.

And Porunarev has a deeper understanding of this:

Back then, he and Kakyo Inn were able to defeat the enemy who had the ability of "upside down" and the key to breaking the situation was actually such a small gold coin.

Things like money can play a big role at critical moments.

Just like now...

"As long as you give enough money, even if the feces in the toilet will be dared to swallow them!"

"You can make a huge sum of money by shipping a bag of ice, and no one will refuse such a bad guy."

"Iruso, look at it-"

Porunarev shouted to Iruso in a deep voice:

"The bag of ice and my wallet, are they still on this ground?"

"You know that after crossing the bridge, you can reach the door of the station... When you asked the substitute to concentrate on beating me, the ice cubes would have been sent to my companion long ago!"

“…”

Iruso's face darkened:

Indeed, I don’t know when the wallets and ice cubes on the ground were gone.

Obviously, someone had picked them up and sent them to the station as directed in the text.

But he didn't notice it all the way.

In this way, even if he kills Porunarev, it will be meaningless.

Because his mission was to prevent the ice from reaching the station, and to prevent all the support from the outside of the struggled companions in the station.

Now that the ice has been sent back, Li Qing's companions can quickly bring the ice into the station.

"Prosot...Bessi..."

"Damn... I actually made such a low-level mistake... I even forgot my 'mission'!"

Iruso's heart was in chaos when he thought that his stupidity might endanger the lives of his companions and even ruined the hope of the entire assassination team.

He regretted his carelessness and was full of self-blame.

This strong sense of self-blame almost swallowed him up, making his healthy and intact body inexplicably stiff.

I'm so stupid...

Why didn't you find it earlier...

If I could find out earlier, I might have time...

etc...

Iruso's heart sank, but he jumped up like he stepped on a trampoline:

"Damn it—"

"You're fucking fooling me!"

He couldn't help but curse.

It was like when his legs were intact but someone was fooled to buy a pair of crutches. After I realized that I was so angry that I almost exploded:

"What do you say, 'The ice has been sent to the station long ago'..."

"This is simply nonsense to disturb my mentality!"

"From the metal strip you glanced at the front of the car, to the fact that something was wrong, and to the fact that things were exposed, it has only been less than half a minute in total!"

"In this half minute, that passerby needs to see your message, pick up the ice cube wallet, and hesitate to make a judgment..."

"After so much time is spent, how far can he go now?"

"I'm afraid there's no time to get off the bridge!"

"If I am really frightened by you and delayed my pursuit...that would be the real hit!"

Iruso growled and revealed the flaw he saw.

And he did catch Porunarev's key point:

As soon as these words were said, the calmness on Porunarev's face suddenly became a little unsustainable.

"I'll kill you later!"

Iruso gave Porunarev a deep glance.

He has no time to waste now.

Anyway, the prey has been locked up in this mirror world with no entry and exit, and he can't even make the world come true if he doesn't kill him for a while.

In this way, Iruso held the rearview mirror tightly in his hand as a "camera" to observe the outside world, turned around and ran hurried towards the station.

....................................................................................

Half a minute ago.

An old man with a cane was slowly walking from the bridge.

Of course he wouldn't notice that when he slowly walked to the front of the car with a cane, a pair of hopeful eyes were looking at him deeply through the mirror.

The appearance of the old man gave Porunarev unlimited hope in the mirror world.

At the same time, the old man also noticed the car parked on the bridge deck.

The car was empty and there were no signs of the owner appearing nearby.

The hood was raised high, and the stimulating smell of gasoline could be vaguely asked about.

"Is this car broken?"

The old man thought casually.

He didn't care much about it, but was just ready to bypass the car and continue moving forward.

But at this moment, the old man heard a strange rustling sound coming from the car-

It sounds like someone is drawing the cement on the bridge deck with a knife, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

The old man looked at the sound curiously, but the strange and unpleasant sound had stopped.

However, he unexpectedly saw a few lines of words engraved on the ground:

“High rewards:”

"Please deliver the ice to the railway station square in front as soon as possible..."

"What's the meaning?"

"Is it a prank..."

The old man frowned, thinking that this was a boring joke from some child.

However, before he could turn his head and leave, his eyes were attracted by the things next to those lines of text:

First, a bag of ice.

Then there is a wallet.

The wallet was bulging and round and fat.

Even if it closes its "mouth", the unhidden inner beauty is enough to conquer almost everyone's gaze.

"Not...is it true?"

The old man stretched out his crutch curiously and gently lifted the folded wallet with the head of the crutch.

It was like suddenly opening the cover of a jar of fine wine. The moment the wallet was opened, the moment the colorful little cuties appeared...

The simple old man breathed and half of his body softened.

He was almost drunk.

“God, God…”

"It turns out... there is so much money?"

The old man hurriedly squatted down, picked up his wallet and touched it carefully:

"It's real money...it's real money!"

He was so excited that he was a little incoherent:

"Is so much money just the reward for transporting ice?"

“What is the situation…”

The old man couldn't help but feel a little strange and subconsciously became alert.

But this caution and vigilance were soon dispelled by him.
To be continued...