Bull Slayer kept insisting that Su Bai was not their only target, but everyone around him seemed to be taking this particular job a little too seriously.
"If I take Boss Bai's life right here, will tomorrow's settlement still go smoothly?" Bull Slayer repeated his question, his gun trained on Su Bai while his eyes remained fixed on Mr. Jin, the prophet who still looked nervous after delivering his grim prediction.
"That's too broad a question. The connection between the two isn't very close, after all. Even if I did everything I could to predict it, I'd probably only get a vague sense of the outcome. It likely wouldn't be much help to you, Mr. Bull Slayer." Breathing heavily, Mr. Jin wiped his forehead, which had been sweating nonstop since his last prediction. The aftereffects of his prophetic ability seemed severe, and making a second prediction so soon might be very difficult.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Mr. Jin." Bull Slayer ignored the prophet's condition and simply gave the order.
At Bull Slayer's tone, Mr. Jin sighed and closed his eyes, then began muttering the question Bull Slayer wanted answered as his body convulsed once more. This time, however, everyone could tell that his convulsions and muttering lasted much longer than before.
Just as Bull Slayer was beginning to grow impatient, he watched Mr. Jin go into a violent fit and start foaming at the mouth!
Under everyone's astonished gazes, Mr. Jin finally managed to open his eyes, only to fall backward onto the floor. Barely supporting himself with both hands, he shook his head in panic and cried out in exhaustion-
"I can't see it! I can't see anything! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I really can't see anything!"
"What's going on?" This might have been Bull Slayer's first