"I think you are —— one of us."
Upon hearing Will Astir's words, Basil Jaak was taken aback and widened his eyes.
Please! When did I agree to line up with you?
Basil Jaak rolled his eyes speechlessly, griping to himself quietly.
"What I mean other than the fact that Yetta's grandmother and mother like you, I think you and I are in this together." Will Astir seemed to read Basil's sarcasm, talking casually while puffing smoke.
This is clearly an attempt to win me over! But, other than this 220 pounds of body, what value do I have? Is it related to Zoc and his crew?
Basil was calculating in his heart. He responded with a wry smile: "Uncle Astir, you overestimate me. I'm just an ordinary man, not interested in being part of anything. I just want to work and get paid."
Will squinted his eyes, and smirked, "Even Primo has to call you Jaak when he sees you. Do you still think you're just an ordinary person? Little Jaak, Uncle speaks the truth, don't pretend you don't understand."
