"You can speak Swahili too?!"
Hearing that Hao Jian could actually speak a Tanzanian dialect, Shu Ya looked at Hao Jian with disbelief and exclaimed.
"Isn't that obvious?! After all, I used to be a traveler roaming various countries, so learning a few more languages can come in handy. In situations like today, it saves a lot of headaches."
Hao Jian shook his head and smiled, then, disregarding Shu Ya's curiosity, he directly pulled her along to catch a taxi.
As a former God of Death, mastering multiple languages is a must. After all, you never know which country your next target will be from or what language they speak.
Arriving at a hotel where they had booked a room online, Hao Jian and his companion tossed their luggage aside and fell directly onto the bed.
The next day...
