Jared's and Flaxseed's jaws dropped when they stepped into the wooden shack and saw how shabby the house was.
The room lacked decent furniture but was cluttered with empty alcohol bottles.
“Fandor, is this where you live? It's almost like you're living in a run-down doghouse. What kind of work have you been doing in Jetroina? It seems you can't even make a decent living out of it!” Flaxseed could not help but sigh.
Jared, too, was taken aback by what he saw. He thought Fandor would be living a better life than this, given the latter's capabilities.
Fandor sighed and said, “It's not easy running a business these days. It's beyond my control...”
“What kind of business?” Flaxseed asked.
Then came Fandor's response, uttered in a tone that was as calm as the sea. “I'm in the assassination business...”
“Assassination business?” Flaxseed did not understand for a moment.
On the other hand, Jared immediately comprehended what Fandor was saying. He asked, “You're an assassin?”
Fandor bobbed his head in response, making it clear that he had no desire to hide the truth from them.
“How did you end up living like this despite your strength? I'm sure people would be willing to hire someone as capable as you.” Observing Fandor's current situation, Flaxseed figured he was not in high demand.
Fandor shook his head. “It's not that no one wants to hire me. They just can't afford me...”
Once again, his words rendered Flaxseed and Jared speechless as they struggled to comprehend their meaning.
“They can't afford you? How much do you charge? To the point that they don't have the money to pay you?” Flaxseed asked out of curiosity.
“Ten billion...” Fandor answered nonchalantly.
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