Chapter 339: Resolve It Yourself
Wilson was as complex as it could get, his face ashen, like he’d lost a loved one.
"Terminator, why are you here?" Wilson realized his question was silly, a dignified Terminator would never answer his query.
"What? Terminator?! Him?!" The curly-haired man was jittery, widened his eyes at his boss, then looked at Ye Fan, and immediately, his knees gave way, kneeling on the ground.
As an assassin of the God Organization, he maintained a reverent mindset towards the myth created by the God Organization.
The muscle man was clueless, seeing the situation was off, he kept asking, the curly-haired man explained: "He is the myth of the organization, the Terminator, also the organization’s Grim Reaper."
"Ah!" The muscle man’s heart almost stopped beating, similar to the curly-haired man, he too knelt down.
Wilson collapsed, lost in spirit, devoid of any energy.
"You wrecked my place, caused trouble on my turf, tell me, why wouldn’t I be here?" Ye Fan explained indifferently.
"To dare wreck the Terminator’s place is to be damned." Wilson muttered inwardly, he too realized, although surprised that Terminator explained a bit, he finally understood what it meant to court self-destruction, like a moth to a flame. He was that foolish moth, running to the Terminator to die, attempting to betray the Terminator’s intel, it was too laughable.
"I’ll ask you a few questions, if you answer honestly, I might consider giving you a quick death, otherwise, what’s waiting ahead doesn’t need more elaboration." Ye Fan said lightly.
"Yes, yes, ask away, I guarantee I’ll say everything I know." Wilson’s head bobbed like a chicken pecking rice.
"Is there anyone still in charge of the God Organization now?" Ye Fan asked.