After doing all this, Li Xu felt refreshed, humming a tune as he returned to the office, propping his legs high on the counter.
At that moment, the office door was pushed open again.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, impatiently saying, "We're closed, no commissions accepted, come back tomorrow morning if you have anything."
The tall figure walked up to his counter.
"Can't understand human speech or..."
A gun was slammed onto the counter.
"Alright, sir, do you want to issue a commission or accept one? Need a commission package?"
Xu Xiaoyou looked at the boy before her, who changed expressions faster than flipping a book, her mouth twitching slightly.
But to maintain an air of mystery, she merely let out a dull cold snort, her entire face buried under a brown-gray cloak, voice hoarse:
"You're about to die."
Hearing this, Li Xu jumped up with wide eyes, cold sweat breaking out all over:
"What?"
