A moment later, Greg Jensen arrived and pulled out the silver needles from Lesley Davis's body.
"Cough, cough..."
Lesley Davis coughed violently a few times, then said urgently, "Don't... Don't kill me, I'm still useful."
Greg Jensen said indifferently, "Tell me, what use do you have? You have one minute."
"I..."
Lesley Davis's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "I can be an infiltrator for you, I can help you gather information on the Jiangnan conflict."
Greg Jensen shook his head, indicating that it wasn't enough.
Lesley Davis, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, clung to Greg Jensen's legs and pleaded:
"Master Jensen, I beg you, spare me. From now on, I'll be your dog, doing whatever you ask."
Greg Jensen looked down at him, frowned, and asked, "How is Jiangnan planning to deal with me?"
Lesley Davis knew this was his chance to prove his worth and dared not conceal anything, quickly saying:
