Shen Yue's face was changing unpredictably, unable to comprehend the type of person or organization capable of creating a territory. However, to outsiders, it seemed as if he was contemplating the value of his bargaining chips.
"Do you think Mr. Shen Yue will take any old rubbish?"
Hansen, who failed to confront Shen Yue, had always felt death was inevitable, but noticing that Shen Yue hadn't made an attempt to kill him brought a glimmer of hope for survival.
He had an abundance of prospects, naturally opting for life over immediate death, fearing Shen Yue would be persuaded by Mrs. Smith and ruin everything.
Mrs. Smith fixed her gaze on Hansen, "For a bounty hunter like him, wouldn't he want to know about the Assassin Alliance in the territory?"
An eerie silence fell over the secret room.
Hansen's face lost all its color.
Shen Yue trembled inside.