With his chair sliding back a bit, the elderly man gripped his stylish cane, placing both hands on its head elegantly.
"Although it pains me to say, he is right. If we wanted it done, we should've stained our hands a bit to ensure the job was done proficiently."
Manu nodded with a pained expression, realizing how many opportunities they had in the past to finish the job for the worthless Wei Kwo who could've even here correct Assassins on the dark web.
Who knows what sort of people he got?
No.
Are they even sure he understood how the class ranks in the dark web worked?
Maybe he hired the least class tier to do the job, resulting in imminent failure.
They told him to hire a team. But from the looks of it, that bastard probably hired a lower-tier lone assassin who was taken care of by Dorian's forces guarding his home.
