"Officer Russell, I have one more presumptuous request."
"If you know it's presumptuous, then don't say it."
Russell shook his head speechlessly. "I'm a cop and you're a criminal. Asking me for a favor... could you please respect the character setup?"
He wondered if he had been too friendly before, giving Leon the mistaken impression that he was easy to talk to.
"I can tell you're a good person, so I wanted to ask for your help. I don't know many people."
Leon spoke honestly. As a professional assassin, Leon's daily life was utterly miserable. Aside from killing people, he was on his way to kill people. He had no social life whatsoever.
Even the money he worked so hard to earn was held by his agent and superior. It wasn't that his agent was greedy; Leon simply didn't know how to manage money, and even if he had it, he wouldn't know how to spend it.
Now that he had fallen into Russell's hands, even Tony, the only agent he trusted, could no longer be trusted. To protect himself, Tony would do everything possible to get rid of him.
So, after counting everyone he could think of, Leon could only make his request to Russell.
Russell put on a serious expression. "What did you just say?"
"I said I don't know many people."
"Not that one. The sentence before that."
"Uh, you're a good person."
Leon had no idea why, but he said it anyway.
"Since you're such an honest man, I'll generously grant you one wish. Tell me, what presumptuous request do you have? If it's convenient, I might help you fulfill it."
Russell nodded to himself. As expected of a professional assassin—those eyes hadn't been trained for nothing.
"Mathilda is only twelve this year. Having lost her