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The confidant saw Yan Bin's eyes turn red with anger, but hesitated, "Vice Mayor, killing that kid probably won't mean anything."
"Ha, meaningless? Then what should we do with the kid? Surely you're not suggesting we just send the child back! He wants me dead? Fine, even if I die, I still have to take someone with me, to kill his godson!"
After thinking for a few seconds, the confidant said, "Vice Mayor, if I may speak frankly, you know what kind of person Huo Shao is—cold and heartless. How could he possibly care about a godson who is not his own flesh and blood? Moreover, as you have seen, Huo Shao doesn't care about this child at all. Even if you kill the child and send him the video, I doubt he would take it seriously. It would be a waste of effort!"
"Then what do you suggest we do!" Yan Bin frowned, knowing there was some truth to what his confidant said.
