Chapter 91: Cleaning House_1

As time ticked by, Carlo grew increasingly restless.

The stacks of high-value banknotes and bars of gold and jewelry neatly arranged on his desk added up to several thousand pounds, but the killer still stood with arms folded against the wall, immobile as a mountain and showing no interest in the fortune that ordinary people could never hope to earn in a lifetime.

If possible, Carlo actually wished the man would take the money and disappear as far as possible.

His current situation was no different from being held hostage by this second generation "Filthblood Reaper" on the spot, with the dozen or so brothers and bodyguards outside rendered utterly useless.

The arrival of the killer was truly baffling. Had he been aware that he was targeted by some enemy, he would have hired more bodyguards and hidden his tracks more carefully. He couldn't figure out how he had managed to offend this assassin organization.