What fucking last words? I was only sixty-five—I still had a great life ahead of me to enjoy. I hadn't lived enough yet!
Morris looked at Zhao Xiaodao in terror.
But several decades of wielding power allowed him to regain his composure quickly.
"Miss Zhao, please calm down. We can actually have a proper talk." As Morris spoke, his mind raced. "I offer my deepest apologies for my earlier offense toward you."
Though Zhao Xiaodao appeared calm and smiling on the surface, after the initial delight, she was still somewhat flustered inside.
After all...
She had just killed someone—eight people at once, no less—and burned them straight into nothingness.
As an aside, when people were burned like that, with no bloodstains or remains whatsoever and not a single trace left behind, it somehow became less frightening instead.
Ahem. Still, it was her first time killing someone, and she had no idea how many people in the manor knew about this. There was also her little assistant outside.
For a moment, Zhao Xiaodao had no idea how to handle the aftermath.
But seeing that Zhao Xiaodao had not killed him immediately, Morris's eyes lit up. His heart stirred, and he instantly felt there was hope.
"Ahem, Miss Zhao, allow me to introduce myself again."
Morris discreetly lowered the gun in his hand, then bowed slightly and inclined his head.
"Morris Baron, head of the Baron Lineage of Gaul Country, president of Clay Capital. I control thirty billion in funds, have more than a hundred companies under me across every industry, and even Nemo Group actually has my shares in it."
"So that's why you knew my itinerary so clearly, then brought me here without a sound?" Zhao Xiaodao asked blandly.
Morris swallowed, then saw Zhao Xiaodao's eyes light up.
"Miss Zhao..."