"Murder? Your brother? Hou Sailai?"
Hao Jian looked at Hussein with deep eyes tinged with slight helplessness. If he were given another choice, he definitely wouldn't have chosen the Vatican mission; this place was simply toxic.
Not only did it almost cost him his life here, but he was also manipulated by a group of money-hungry Vatican zealots. Now, this debt from four or five years ago finally had to be repaid.
But what made Hao Jian's heart resist was the request Hussein brought up. He didn't intend to fulfill it, as it was against his principles.
"Yes, it's very simple, right? My brother's ability is only slightly better than mine."
Seeing Hao Jian's expression, Hussein felt a glimmer of hope. He quickly added more pressure, hoping Hao Jian would agree.
"Sorry, I can't fulfill this request of yours. Let's talk about something else. I won't get involved in these kinds of things again."
