Daniel stared at the strong man for a long time, seemingly making a decision, "Never mind, I think a dead man's mouth is the most reliable. I'd better kill you."
Hearing these words, the muscular man fell to his knees in fright, "No, no, no! Please, let me go! I swear to God, if I leak any information about this, may my tongue rot!"
Daniel was just trying to scare him.
Hearing the man's repeated assurances, Daniel let him dispose of his companion's body, clean up the scene, and then let him go.
In any case, he was just an ordinary man now.
If not for self-defense, he still found the idea of killing a bit unsettling.
Having sent the burly man away and stowed away his Desert Eagle, Daniel turned back to look at the gold ore.
What was exposed before him was a small piece of gold ore, about the size of two fists.
Its surface was pitted and looked rather ugly.
Yet the gleaming gold hue was irresistibly thrilling.
Gold, the most value-retaining currency in the world.
