บท 398: Chapter 398: 9000 years old? Isn't William Cole dead?

In front of so many people, Figo had long been scared pale.

He was only a small-time character who had never faced such intense situations, he was frightened to the point of kneeling straight down, knocking his head incessantly before Master Seven, "Master Seven, save my life! Save my life!"

"You gave me three million dollars to find someone to assassinate the Patriarch. I found Noir to set fire to Thirteen Hall and then frame Park Seong-an, all of which you asked me to do!"

"Master Seven, save my life!"

Figo knelt on the ground, crawling towards Master Seven.

Master Seven was utterly horrified and bellowed, "Figo, what nonsense are you blabbering about? When did I ever tell you to assassinate the Patriarch? You had better not spout nonsense!"