Chapter 171 No One Understands Killing Better Than Me

• In Sirius' office on the ninth floor, Danny sat on a genuine leather couch, his eyes devoid of emotion, showing no signs of fluctuation. He appeared like an emotionless machine, causing Sirius' heart to tremble.
• "Sirius, why is he working here? How long has he been working? When did he come, and who introduced him? You have ten minutes," Danny spoke.
• Sirius didn't dare to argue, enduring the intense pain. He quickly left the room, sweat already covering his forehead, his face as pale as paper. With broken ribs, if he hadn't endured it, he would have fallen long ago. Fortunately, he had trained in martial arts in his early years, and his body was still strong. If it were an ordinary old man, he might have lost half his life by now.