The True Hidden Danger

"Now you understand that hellhole isn't somewhere you can go, right?"

Hashi said, "But don't worry too much. Morris may be a little stronger than us in cultivation realm, but his popularity in the External Affairs Department is truly awful. With your connections, you don't need to take him seriously at all. Even I'm not afraid of him."

"I know you care about face. Once you promise something, you never go back on it; your word is as good as gold. Just leave this to me. He's the one in the wrong to begin with. He won't have the guts to trouble me, and he won't be able to trouble me either."

"I've already signed a contract with him... If I don't go, the consequence is that I'll never again be allowed to use my abilities or methods for tracking and locating targets."

Marys felt like crying but had no tears.

"..."

Hashi had no reply.

And there was nothing he could do to help.

Fortunately, he had already expressed the attitude he should have.

Being unable to help was actually a good thing.

Because that way, he neither had to offend Morris, nor did it count as failing to repay Marys a considerable favor.

After all, while he had been unaware of the facts, he had made it clear that he was willing to offend Morris if necessary and help Marys handle this troublesome matter.

Whether he helped was one thing; being unable to help was another.

With that attitude laid out, it had to be worth at least half a favor.

"Right!"

As if thinking of something, Hashi gritted his teeth and said, "How about I take you to Lord Quinton? He's Morris's superior. If he steps in and pressures Morris, he should be able to force Morris