Hani looked at Harun, "Brother, what exactly are you doing? Why did you come here?"
Harun glanced at the woman over there, deathly pale, with no hint of blood, yet still standing with a drifting gaze, as if she had transcended life and death.
He furrowed his brows and then turned his gaze back to Hani.
"That's enough. Do you know what you're doing? If GT finds out you messed with their people, do you know what will happen to you?"
Hani's expression turned wild, "What do you think my situation is now? Look at my hands, my lock-picking skills are the best in the world, do you know that? But what does this woman have? Nothing. Yet now my hands are like this, I can't pick locks anymore. I've become the lowest in the Organization. Do you think my current situation is any different from being dead?"
Harun paused in dismay, "But at least you're still alive."
