Sure, here is the translation:
But, it's okay.
The other party will die if they must.
Cizkuk thought to himself.
Meanwhile, the 'Old Man' had alarms blaring in his mind, the constant ringing in his ears made the 'Old Man' understand what the guy in front of him intended.
Hurry up!
Jason, hurry up!
Otherwise, I can't hold on!
The 'Old Man' kept shouting in his heart.
Pretending is fine.
Having been the boss of the 'Postman's Home' for so many years, he knew exactly what to do.
But, writing secret techniques?
Please!
If he could really access 'mysterious knowledge', he wouldn't just be the boss of the 'Postman's Home'.
So, as long as I start writing...
I'd be completely exposed.
But, at this point, I can only hold on.
Once again, Cizkuk redrafted the contract and handed it to the 'Old Man'.
This time, Cizkuk used very precise wording.
At least, on the surface, there were no dangerous words to be seen.
However, the 'Old Man' frowned deeply.
