"Oh, did it cause you any trouble?"
Stuffing the silver note from the briefcase into his pocket, Zhu Haomiao asked casually.
Understanding the deeper meaning in the young man's words, Wilson replied solemnly.
"No, Lord Murray, who owned these assets, has disappeared. Many people are dividing his wealth, I just got the biggest piece without arousing anyone's suspicion."
"That's good..."
Zhu Haomiao nodded slightly, about to turn and leave, but suddenly seemed to remember something, flicking his thumb lightly.
"A reward for you."
Buzz~
The vibration of the metal in the air let out a crisp hum, as a dazzling gold light drew a beautiful arc across the air, landing precisely in Wilson's palm.
In an instant, a dark glow burgeoned in Wilson's eyes, and the gold coin in his palm gradually melted into a viscous, inky black liquid, seeping into his skin bit by bit, converging toward his head through his veins.
