"Just a piece of trash, kill him directly and be done with it. Is there really any need to ask me?"
For some reason, his tone did not carry the slightest hint of murderous intent, yet it inexplicably filled those who heard it with dread.
"Yes! I know what to do!" The subordinate nodded earnestly and fearfully, ready to leave.
"Wait, has the person been found?" the man suddenly asked carelessly.
The subordinate grew even more afraid, "Not yet, but rest assured, we are intensifying our search."
"Humph, if you can't find a child, what use are you to me?"
"Master, please give us another chance!" The subordinate was so frightened he dared not even breathe heavily.
The man slightly raised his eyes, revealing a pair of narrow and stunning phoenix eyes, yet they were as black as the depths of a cold pond, "Remember, I do not tolerate trash by my side."
"Yes."
"Get out."
