Inside the car, Benita’s face was looking as deep as water, devoid of its previous ease.
Originally, he saw Mandra’ s arrival as a great help that would greatly alleviate the pressure on him. However, the earlier incident made him realize that nothing would be as easy as he thought.
His Uncle Saul’s ordeal clearly had not alerted Mandra, he still had the mentality of a playboy coming out to have fun, just like Henry when he first arrived in Nauritus.
Mandra was far from being ready for significant responsibilities, he still needed to be tempered.
“For the next few days, you’ll follow me and see how I handle things. If I don’t let you speak, don’t say anything.”
Benita’s voice was cold and resolute, leaving no room for doubt.
“Oh, alright…” Mandra mumbled with a drooping head and answered listlessly.
This trip to Qari was nothing like he had imagined. There were no grand strategies, no triumphant advances, and no defeating powerful enemies. It left him feeling disappointed.
Perhaps to break the gloomy atmosphere, Jasmine asked, “Albert, regarding the assassin tonight, should we involve the Elvis family in investigating his identity?”
Benita thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, “Let’s not inform them about this matter for now. You also need to find a way to keep it under control… Furthermore, for the next few days, we shouldn’t go out anymore and should avoid any contact with the locals in Qari. Even if they call, don’t answer.”
After hearing Benita’s instructions, Jasmine did not ask any further and simply said, “Alright” in a muffled voice.
“Also, did you find everything you were looking for on the body just now?”
Jasmine nodded and obediently took out a mobile phone and a gun from his pocket. “I only found these on him, nothing else.”
Benita nodded in satisfaction and said, “This will do…”
With that said Benita took the gun from Jasmine.
“You keep this gun on you for now. Remember to preserve the fingerprints on it, they’ll be useful later.”
Just then, his phone made a ding sound. There was a message.
A glimmer of light flashed in Benita’s eyes.
[Is everything taken care of?]
It was a phone number with no ID. If he were not mistaken, after sending this message, the number would also become invalid.
Benita pondered for a moment and tapped on the phone rapidly.
A faint smile appeared on Benita’s lips.
Meeting me?
I’m afraid they’ll just be assassins to silence me…
After sending the message, Benita decisively hung up.
Mandra sat in the back seat like an obedient child, watching the others play Charade with a look of confusion in his eyes.
“Albert, who was the person trying to kill you tonight? And who were you talking to just now?”
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