"Actually, we don't know either," the bespectacled man said with a forced smile. Facing Pei Jinye's gaze, he said with a bitter smile, "I know you don't believe me, but our line of work is to issue tasks on behalf of others. The client only wanted that kid dead, we didn't dare to ask why. He pays, we do the job."
"That kid is so weak, couldn't the two of you have taken care of him directly? Why go looking for someone else?" Pei Jinye's eyes were inscrutable.
The bespectacled man's eyes flickered, and he shook his head, "We don't do the killing ourselves, just pass on the message and collect a finder's fee. It's all profit... If you truly are someone behind Pei Jinye, I apologize. I can give you the email address of the person who contacted us, but I'm afraid you won't be able to find him; the address is fake. I can only speak to him when he contacts me; I can't find him myself under normal circumstances."
