Murder for Money

A real man knew when to bend and when to stand tall!

Compaoré understood that his life was now in Blaise's hands.

And since Blaise had already come this far, he clearly had no way out left. It was succeed or die trying.

So if Blaise thought he still intended to resist, he might very well resort to ruthless measures to eliminate any future trouble.

Compaoré immediately changed his expression and pleaded pitifully, "I'm not young anymore. Even without what happened today, I was planning to retire in another two or three years.

"But since things have already come to this, I have nothing more to say. Whatever cooperation you need from me, just tell me. I'll cooperate fully.

"Blaise, you should understand as well that no matter what, even if your... operation succeeds, it will be difficult to gain international recognition.

"But if I cooperate, the nature of things will be completely different.

"I can announce to the public that I'm resigning due to health issues, then nominate you to serve as the next president..."

Hearing Compaoré say that, Blaise was somewhat tempted.

After hesitating for a moment, he tucked the gun he had been gripping tightly into the holster at his waist.

Only after seeing that did Compaoré breathe a sigh of relief. Being stared down by that dark gun barrel really was not a pleasant feeling.

A few seconds later, Blaise waved his hand and turned to the soldiers behind him. "You all go out first. Wait for me. I have something to discuss with Compaoré."

The soldiers withdrew from the room, but did not go far. They stood guard in the corridor.

Once only the two of them remained in the room, Blaise said with a smile, "Compaoré, you must have amassed quite a fortune