"So, he went to the home of a newbie who died before?" Qin Shimoon asked, gazing out of the window, her face devoid of expression.
"Exactly, and he even gave the family some money for their little girl's medical treatment. It may not be much to you or me, but for that kid, it must have been a considerable sum. I must say, Amanda, this youngster seems to have quite a bit of compassion." The man in the black trench coat sitting behind her sprawled casually in the chair opposite the desk, appearing very familiar with her.
"Whether he has compassion is not our concern. I only care if he's discovered the secrets of the game," Qin Shimoon said coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion.
The man in black shrugged, "Who knows? He must understand something by now, but what does it matter to us? As long as it doesn't interfere with our plans, it's fine. There are other employees who know the secrets, after all. Of course, if you think it's necessary, I can take him out anytime."
