Chapter 138: Let's Not Move Too Fast

Five minutes might be short for most people, but to the assassin, it dragged on like a century. The pain was unbearable; only one thought ran through his mind: end it quickly. Clutching Lewis Casson's thigh with all his strength, he pleaded, "I can't take it. Please kill me, please kill me…" "You should've thought of that before." Lewis snorted coldly, then said in a low voice, "Tell me who wants me dead." Gasping, the killer managed between ragged breaths, "Jaylen put up two million M Gold...