Genius shook his head and simply said it hadn't come to the point of killing someone yet.
"Why did you come to me today, anyway?"
"I opened a shop, wanted to get some advice from you, and also wanted to know where I could get a vehicle, and maybe some recipes to support the store…"
John expressed his needs following the topic.
Genius didn't mention needing John to back him up but instead inquired about more details and specific circumstances.
When he learned that John had secured a 200-square-meter place, in a pretty decent area, he clicked his tongue and shook his head, indicating there was real potential; might as well quit being a mercenary and go into business instead.
Genius spoke very rudely.
But old customers knew this guy had a warm heart, was well-liked on the streets, and was a solid, reliable guy despite being big, broad-shouldered, and having two metal prosthetic limbs.
