"Dan'er, do you think that assassin can kill Hao Jian?"
In the hotel's presidential suite, Madison looked at a pale, slender man beside him. Upon close inspection, it was clear this man might not even be thirty years old.
However, the aura emanating from this person was akin to that of someone in their forties, which was rather strange.
"Sir, that assassin is ranked third in the world, more than capable of killing Hao Jian!"
Dan'er's voice was somewhat deep, with a faint sense of oppression, seemingly due to a lack of control, causing some of his aura to leak out.
But Madison was already accustomed to this; his subordinate was good in every way, except his way of speaking and sickly appearance weren't ideal.
Still, Madison didn't mind as long as his strength was formidable enough.