Wesley frowned. "Boss?"
He didn't think it was a good thing that the smiling man was too good.
Looking at the falling snow, the man said in a low voice, "Keep an eye on the transfer plan yourself. We need to speed up and ignore this smiling person for now."
Wesley was surprised. "What? Then our business…"
The man smiled. "If Smiley Face dies, then nothing changes. If the hitmen are all killed, how will the people at the Continental and the High Table react?"
Wesley immediately understood. "They will have to do their best to track down this smiling man, or their strength will be questioned."
The man said, "If not even a hundred mid-range hitmen can kill a smiling man, how can the Continental Hotel claim to be the 'strongest'? This isn't about the money. It's more beneficial for us to complete the transfer plan."
Wesley agreed. "Got it, boss."
The man said, "Go do your thing."
