Chapter 1007 Cleaning Up


    “That''s enough, Henley.”


    Just as Henley was about toy his hands on the waiter, Cillian, who was sitting in front of the


    computer, couldn''t bear to watch on any longer.


    He then told the waiter, “Since you were able to find our location so quickly, it shows that your


    intelligence work is quite impressive. We have only one request, release La, and hand over the


    ones who wiped out Task Force 3.”


    “Dream on!”


    Even with one of his arms ripped off, the waiter remained incredibly resilient.


    Cillian was not as impulsive as Henley, though.


    Heughed and said to the waiter, “That''s not up to you to decide. You''re just a pawn, so your


    fearless act won''t affect us at all. Now, go deliver the message. Make sure to do your job well.”


    Seeing as Cillian had no intention of killing him, the waiter picked up his severed hand from the


    ground and walked out of the room.


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    After the waiter left, Henley settled back into the sofa, curling his lip as he said, “Cillian, our mission


    from headquarters was to draw the other party''s attention. The bigger themotion, the better. I


    was only killing a waiter, so why are you so nervous?”


    Cillian looked at Henley and asked, “Do you really want to die that badly?”


    Henley paused for a moment beforeughing and saying, “What are you talking about, Cillian? Is


    there anyone in this city who could possibly kill me?”


    Cillian sighed and replied, “You really overestimate yourself. Have you ever wondered why they


    always send the four of us together, instead of just sending you alone?”


    “So what if there really are experts in Pollerton? The thing I fear the least in my life are these so-


    called experts. Or rather, to die at the hands of an expert would be a worthy death.”


    Henley''s eyes were filled with a maniacal look when he said that.


    It was as if he had already foreseen the grandeur of his own demise.


    Seeing Henley in this state, Cillian couldn''t help but sigh.


    Henley was overly idealistic. He always thought that death was a grand and beautiful thing. But in


    reality, death woulde so quickly that he might not even have enough time to slowly experience


    it.


    “All right; get some rest early. If all goes as nned, we''ll have a tough battle tomorrow.”


    Just as Cillian was about to shut down hisputer, there came another knock from outside the


    room.


    Henley walked over and opened the door, only to find a man standing outside, holding a mop and a


    stic bucket in his hands.


    “What''s your business here?”


    Henley looked at the man before him with a hostile gaze.


    I''ve just torn off the hand of a waiter! Do these soldiers from Pollerton really have no fear of death? I


    can''t believe another one has shown up so quickly!


    The man pointed to the bloodstains on the floor and said, “You ordered room service, didn''t you?


    Surely, you don''t n on leaving these bloodstains here all night, right?”


    Hearing the man''s words, Henley chuckled lightly and said, “Fine. The soldiers from Pollerton may


    not be good at fighting, but they sure are professional when ites to service. Considering your


    professionalism, I''ll refrain from disassembling your body parts. Clean this mess up and leave once


    you''re done.”


    Henley waved his hand, signaling the man toe in.


    To their surprise, the man ced the stic bucket and mop on the floor after entering the room.


    Then, without any hesitation whatsoever, he sat down on the couch and stretched his shoulders as


    he let out a yawn.


    “Since we''re all in a hurry, let''s make this quick. You guys clean up the bloodstains here first, then


    youe over here, and let me disable one of your hands. Sound good to you?”


    Upon hearing the man''s words, the expression on Cillian''s face changed instantly.