Song Heping put down the wine glass and looked at him.
"I don't want to kill you."
Victor was taken aback.
"You don't want to kill me?"
Song Heping shook his head.
"What's the use of killing you? If one Victor dies, your employer will send a second Victor. Kill the second, there's a third. It's endless."
Victor was silent.
He knew Song Heping was telling the truth.
His employer was certainly not ordinary, with plenty of money.
If three million isn't enough, then five million.
If five million isn't enough, then ten million.
Someone would always be tempted.
"Then what do you want?"
Song Heping leaned forward slightly.
"I want you to tell me how you got this job."
Victor's expression subtly changed.
"What do you mean?"
Song Heping stared at him, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
"Who contacted you? How did they contact you? Through which channels does the money go? How many layers are between you and the employer?"
Victor remained silent.
These are professional rules.
