Carlos was dead.
Is this really my son?
How can he be this bad at talking?
If he had not been driving and did not lack Seven Wolves at his waist, Carlos would have wanted to put on a live performance of "a loving father and dutiful son" right there!
"Perhaps 'abandoning darkness for the light' would be more fitting," Zhou Yi said, swiftly changing the subject. "Let's get down to business. The Assassin Alliance exists because they uphold..."
By the time the three of them arrived at the warehouse Zhou Yi had bought, he had finally finished performing the last act of their plan.
Namely—"pull Wesley out of his current life, then clearly explain to him the origins and relationship between the Assassin Brotherhood and the Knights Templar Order, as well as why Carlos had abandoned darkness for the light."
No matter what, compared to everyone else in this world, Wesley could be considered someone with cheats, and he was tied to Carlos.
Therefore, if Zhou Yi wanted to carry out his plan, spending some time and effort to turn Wesley into one of his own was entirely worthwhile.
As for the warehouse they were in, Zhou Yi had bought it directly after receiving Winston's "gift" and resolving his funding problem.
Money could make the devil turn millstones. Zhou Yi had merely added ten thousand dollars to the owner's asking price, and the owner had eagerly delivered the keys within an hour without asking a single question.
"From now on, this will be our training ground for you," Zhou Yi said. "Your talent is strong, Wesley, but right now, you don't know how to use it."
"Talent..." Wesley recalled the scene from earlier, when he had been able to clearly see bullets slowly flying through the air and colliding.