The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 1007

“That's enough, Henley.”

Just as Henley was about to lay his hands on the waiter, Cillian, who was sitting in front of the computer, couldn't bear to watch on any longer.

He then told the waiter, “Since you were able to find our location so quickly, it shows that your intelligence work is quite impressive. We have only one request, release Laila, and hand over the ones who wiped out Task Force 3.”

“Dream on!”

Even with one of his arms ripped off, the waiter remained incredibly resilient.

Cillian was not as impulsive as Henley, though.

He laughed and said to the waiter, “That's not up to you to decide. You're just a pawn, so your fearless act won't affect us at all. Now, go deliver the message. Make sure to do your job well.”

Seeing as Cillian had no intention of killing him, the waiter picked up his severed hand from the ground and walked out of the room.

After the waiter left, Henley settled back into the sofa, curling his lip as he said, “Cillian, our mission from headquarters was to draw the other party's attention. The bigger the commotion, the better. I was only killing a waiter, so why are you so nervous?”

Cillian looked at Henley and asked, “Do you really want to die that badly?”

Henley paused for a moment before laughing and saying, “What are you talking about, Cillian? Is there anyone in this city who could possibly kill me?”

Cillian sighed and replied, “You really overestimate yourself. Have you ever wondered why they always send the four of us together, instead of just sending you alone?”

“So what if there really are experts in Pollerton? The thing I fear the least in my life are these so-called experts. Or rather, to die at the hands of an expert would be a worthy death.”

Henley's eyes were filled with a maniacal look when he said that.