"Idiot!"
Hiss!
Julius Reed quickly tore off the tape from Aron Jackson's mouth and started to untie the ropes.
"Noam Martin, you could try killing me? If I die, you will become the real Aron Jackson."
Aron Jackson, ungrateful, suddenly lunged forward with his head.
Whoosh!
Julius Reed instinctively dodged to the side, his right hand landing on Aron Jackson's head.
"Hiss!"
Aron Jackson felt a dizziness in his head and almost passed out.
"Noam Martin, I didn't see that coming. Haven't seen you for a few days, and your skills have improved?"
Clenching his teeth, he cursed bitterly, "Traitor, you will not die a good death."
It was only then that Julius Reed realized.
He was still wearing the Aron Jackson mask, surely mistaken for Noam Martin.
"Aron Jackson, help me kill Julius Reed, and I will give you endless glory and riches. Tell me, how much money will it take for you to do it."
Julius Reed sat in front of him, smiling as he asked, "Or rather, what do you want?"