He, a humanoid beast strong enough to withstand ordinary bullets, had not even broken through First Rank Life before his death!
Fourth Rank, how strong must that be?
Billy couldn't comprehend, but he knew that the current Brian must be a terrifying entity!
"Success?"
Brian's eyes held a strange expression as he shook his head, "I don't want to talk about these things. Your so-called plans have done me little good, almost killing me instead. However, the safe house and data you left behind have been somewhat helpful to me."
He snapped his fingers, and immediately a lit cigar appeared in Billy's mouth.
After giving Billy a moment to take in the information, Brian tapped the table and continued, "The past is in the past, and I don't want to dwell on it, Uncle. Now, you have two choices."
Billy was actually quite confused.
For instance, what was his current situation?
A ghost?
Or something else.
How had Brian managed to retain his soul...
