Gwen, of course, couldn't understand what Hawk said.
But...
Hawk swore he was telling the truth.
In this life, Hawk was only average in his studies, nothing outstanding, and the reason he knew so many foreign languages was entirely due to gifts from others.
For example, last year Hawk eliminated a target from France, and from that Frenchman, German +1 was dropped.
Who knows why a Frenchman would drop German?
But that's not the point.
The point is, Hawk's math level wasn't high, and it wasn't his fault; it was all those targets. In the past two years, none of the targets he eliminated dropped any math-related knowledge points.
If Hawk felt that the flow of time was normal during the first biology class in the morning, then the subsequent math geometry class made him fully experience what it meant to live through a year in a day.
If math wasn't a compulsory subject, Hawk swore he wouldn't want to see math again in his life.
Finally, when class ended, Hawk tossed his backpack into his locker, ready to sneak out and meet his assassin agent during lunch.
"Hawk!"
Lorna, who had just walked into the lounge corridor, looked at Hawk, who was about to slip away, and was slightly surprised: "Where are you going for lunch?"
He's not going on another date with some bitch, is he?
Hawk paused, then walked out without looking back: "Going to see someone. Don't get lunch for me."
By the time Hawk finished speaking, he had already disappeared from Lorna's sight.
Half an hour later.
Hawk got out of the car and walked into a restaurant located on 20th Street, near the Easton River.
As soon as he entered, beautiful music flowed throughout the restaurant.
The restaurant attendant looked at Hawk walking in and smiled, stepping forward, "Hello, sir..."
As soon as Hawk entered, he had already found his agent's location. After pointing, he said to the approaching attendant: "I have an appointment."
The attendant glanced, smiled broadly, and extended a hand: "Sir, this way, please."
After a while.
Hawk nodded to the attendant who led the way, sat down, and looked at the woman sitting opposite him, with bright red nail polish, who was clearly a Russian mixed-race at first glance.
The woman's name also had a Russian flair.
Yekaterina.
That's right.
Her name was the same as Yekaterina the Great, who was known as the Great Empress in Russian history. However, this Yekaterina also had her own title in the industry.
Queen!
Queen.
Hawk's assassin agent.
Every assassin has their own agent, just like celebrities have their agents to negotiate collaborations and attract investments.
Assassin agents are pretty much the same.
And because of the special nature of the assassin industry, generally, assassins do not meet with clients, and similarly, clients do not request to meet with assassins.
Discussing targets, pricing, work, and closing cases.
In this series of processes belonging to assassins, the assassin does not need to appear; they only need to complete the target elimination mission. All other matters are handled by the agent.
Therefore...
Choosing a suitable assassin agent is key to an assassin's ability to become a top assassin.
After all, a qualified assassin agent can not only help you raise prices but even help you secure jobs in an industry that is already a red ocean.
Hawk's acquaintance with Yekaterina, this agent with a completely sexy and cold demeanor, originated entirely from an accident.
Simply put.
Two years ago, Hawk saved Yekaterina's life when she was being hunted down due to betrayal by her own assassin.
Infighting between assassins and agents is also normal.
Infighting between celebrities and agents is also a common occurrence.
This is normal.
The reason for Yekaterina's infighting with her assassin at the time was also very common.
Commission issues.
A 30% commission is not high in the industry, but those who work as assassins, except for a small number who are talented, most are in it for the money.
Assassins do the most dangerous work, but the agent responsible for getting jobs effortlessly takes 30%. Over time, some impatient assassins will feel this is unfair.
Fortunately.
Hawk is not that kind of person.
In a word.
Hawk doesn't have many great qualities, but if he does, it's that his self-awareness is very accurate.
To be honest.
If he didn't have a cheat in this life, Hawk figured what he should do most was to stay away from the Federation, preferably go to East Country, and then live a routine life, waiting for Thanos' snap judgment.
After all, you do as much as you are capable of.
Before Hawk met Yekaterina, his business volume in the industry was not bustling, but it could be described as negligible.
But ever since he signed the agency agreement with Yekaterina, within less than twenty-four hours, Yekaterina brought him his first job.
This is the benefit of finding an excellent assassin agent.
Therefore...
Although Hawk sometimes joked with Yekaterina that her 30% commission was too clear-cut, Hawk was only joking. He knew very well that without Yekaterina, Yekaterina might not get his 30% commission, but Hawk might not even have the activation to save a million in hard-earned money.
"Class is over?"
"Yes."
"Want a drink?"
"Coffee, I have class this afternoon."
Hawk unbuttoned his suit and said to the attendant standing nearby: "An iced coffee, no sugar, please."
He doesn't like sugar.
He likes bitterness.
One can appreciate sweetness only after remembering bitterness, but Hawk doesn't want to have such a day, after all, who would give up a perfectly sweet life to live a bitter one?
So...
To prevent it, I drink bitter things every day, so I don't need to remember bitterness. This way, I can ensure that every day is a sweet and pleasant day for him.
Soon.
Yekaterina on the opposite side simply ordered a few dishes, handed the menu to the attendant, and after the attendant left, she looked at Hawk, checked her phone: "The money has arrived, please check it."
Hawk hummed.
With a thought.
"System, me, transfer!"
"Ding!"
[Current progress: "3.56M / 100M"]
[Only 96.44 million in hard-earned money is needed to upgrade to the next stage, keep up the good work! Work hard, your hard-earned money will usher in your glory!]
"..."
Hawk looked at the system, which was increasingly sounding like a pyramid scheme, raised an eyebrow, and looked up at Yekaterina opposite him: "Tell me about the next mission?"
Yekaterina glanced at Hawk, smiled, with an expression that said 'I knew you'd say that', and used her bright red fingernails to hand Hawk a folder that was placed nearby.