“Mr. Rhys?” “Mr. Franklin?” Dustin was surprised to see the chubby man before him. He realized that Simba’s envoy was Samuel Franklin. He was the person who sold the Jade Maiden Scripture.
“Mr. Rhys, I didn’t expect fate to lead us to meet under these circumstances,” Samuel said with a smile.
His previous cold and chilling demeanor returned to one of gentleness. He appeared harmless and friendly.. “Mr. Franklin, you have quite the identity.” Dustin narrowed his eyes.
“I’ve heard that the Bounty Killers have three chief envoys. Each of them is known for their incredible power and abilities. I didn’t expect you to be one of them.”
“I’m just making a living. It’s nothing worth mentioning.” Samuel smiled and made a gesture.
“Mr. Rhys, please have a seat.”
Dustin didn’t hesitate and took a seat.
“Mr. Rhys, I’m impressed by your victory over Augustus Kline. Your reputation as a young grandmaster has shaken the world.”
Samuel brewed a pot of tea and poured it into two cups.
“Mr. Franklin, you’re very well–informed. You’ve heard about what happened in no time.” Dustin took a sip of tea.
Samuel laughed. “If I had remained oblivious to such a shocking event, I might as well retire from
my role as an envoy.”
His smile was unwavering.
“Mr. Franklin, I’ll get straight to the point. Was Sheila your target today?” Dustin looked up at him. slightly.
He had been tailing Simba to search for the truth.
Christopher Murray was an old friend of his mother’s. He had also helped him out on two occasions in the past.
Moreover, considering Sheila’s kindness, he felt he should involve himself in this matter.
“That’s right.” Franklin didn’t deny it.
“Solving people’s troubles and getting paid is the Bounty Killer’s code.”
“Can you cancel the mission?” Dustin inquired.
“No, unless the employer chooses to withdraw it themselves.” Samuel shook his head.
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“That is classified information. I can’t tell you,” Samuel continued to shake his head.
“Mr. Franklin, you keep withholding information. Are you forcing me to flip this table?” Dustin narrowed his eyes.
“Mr. Rhys, please stay calm. The Bounty Killers has its own set of rules. Disclosing the identity of the employer is strictly forbidden. However…”
At that moment, Samuel changed his tone.
“While I can’t reveal the employer’s identity, I can offer you another piece of information. I believe
it’ll catch your interest.”
“What kind of information?” Dustin raised an eyebrow.
“I have a lead on Paul Hill’s death,” Samuel dropped a bombshell
“Hmm?”
Dustin’s gaze hardened. “You know who the killer is?”
Paul Hill’s death had put him under tremendous pressure for the past few days. Even when he had mobilized everyone in the Kirin Gang, he could not find a single lead.
“While I can’t say for sure, I do have some information.” Samuel chuckled.
“Who is it? Who exactly had Sir Paul killed?” Dustin asked in a low voice.
“Paul Hill’s death has something to do with the Shadowslayers from Kimboku.”
Samuel explained, “According to our investigation, one of Shadowslayer’s five elite assassins, Dimitri Gonzalez, has infiltrated Dragonmarsh recently.
“He’s been active around Balerno too. Paul Hill’s death likely has something to do with him.”
“Is this Dimitri Gonzalez that good?” Dustin frowned.
“As an elite assassin, he’s indeed powerful. He has already reached the level of a grandmaster five years ago,” Samuel explained.
“This doesn’t make sense! If we go by what you’re saying, Dimitri alone wouldn’t stand a chance against Sir Paul!” Dustin’s expression turned serious.
Dimitri had only broken through the level of a grandmaster five years ago.
Normally, Dimitri’s skills should only be between that of a novice grandmaster and an intermediate grandmaster. In contrast, Paul Hill was already a full–fledged grandmaster!
It would be difficult for him to succeed in an ambush or an assassination attempt.
“Mr. Rhys, you’re very sharp. It’s truly remarkable.” Samuel smiled.
“Indeed, Dimitri couldn’t have done it himself. However, there is a traitor within the Hill family.”
“A traitor?” Dustin’s brow furrowed.
He almost yelled, “Who?”
