I'm an Actor: A New License to Kill

Nio opened the warehouse door, licked his lips excitedly, and looked at the two bound reporters. "You don't need to explain. You saw that my boss has been getting a lot of attention lately and wanted to take some pictures of his family's daily life. If it had been on the street, I wouldn't have cared. Your mistake was choosing to enter private property."

"Y-You, what are you going to do? We're United Kingdom citizens!"

One of the reporters said.

Nio ignored him and continued, "On October 3 last year, the Daily Mail—the place you work for—published a confidential letter from former United Kingdom Prime Minister Cameron. You remember what it said, don't you? MI5 agents were authorized to participate in murder, torture, sexual assault, and other crimes within the United Kingdom without prosecution. The British people called it a license to kill. Do you think Italy might have something similar? Do you think I might happen to have one?"

The reporter who had asked the question shook like a leaf.

The other reporter was even worse off. He had already wet himself.

They had only wanted money. What use was money if they were dead?

The trembling reporter forced himself to pull it together and asked, "Of the three crimes you mentioned, can I choose which one I suffer?"

Nio: ...

Fuck. He knew Brits were perverted, but he had not expected them to be this perverted.

The question completely threw him off.

He decided to call Huang Kaiwen and report the matter first.

After hearing about it, Huang Kaiwen asked, "Did Barbara say how she wanted it handled?"

"Miss Berlusconi wants them to become part of the courtyard wall," Nio said.

Huang Kaiwen advised, "Forget it. Teach them a good lesson and let them go. Leave them with