Revenge On Crazy Husband
18. Murders Pay

Larisa had expected that there were many people waiting for her. If he had just asked for information, it certainly would not be this much but Larisa immediately said she also needed services.

The word 'service' for this kind of illegal information center will lead nowhere but murder. At least hurt someone.

"Larisa," whispered Sakra worriedly.

"Calm down." Larisa silences Sakra who seems to be thinking how to defeat them all.

From the posture, it was already seen that they both lost. They look scary too and have a killer veteran air. Even if you fight, it is likely that Larisa and Sakra will only end up being dog food.

Larisa's steps stopped in front of an old wooden table. On the table was a pair of one's legs resting, while the owner was sitting casually stretching out his hands on the worn sofa.

On the contrary, he looks young.

"You're the owner of the organization?" ask Larisa with their language.

"Please take it that way."

"I need some veteran killers. Horsemen and archery experts, specifically," Larisa explained without further ado.

The man moved, out of the darkness until Larisa could see his face more clearly. His face line shows he's a local. Handsome, fair-skinned and rather short but stocky.

"Show me the pay, little lady. I have a trust problem with a weaker woman like you."

Sakra glanced at Larisa as if asking should she hit him. However Larisa ignored that, taking out a bag filled with dinar.

The man looked at the contents of the pouch and glanced at Larisa. The amount of money always makes people's perceptions change.

"What do you need a killer for?"

"I think our transactions are just about give and take."

She thought Larisa would give her personal information like a fool?

The man laughed a little. "alright. I'm Bilal. Your offer I accept, Stranger."

He knew from Larisa's face that she was not Egyptian. Nor are the people around Egypt.

"This man." Larisa immediately held out a photo of Demetrio but did not let him hold it. "Just look and record in your head. I don't want any proof."

"Very careful. Doing business means trusting each other, Miss."

"Ups, Madam." The man raised an eyebrow. "The wife who wants to kill her husband in a land of people. It was so amazing that I wanted to cry. Wh why? Is your husband cheating on you or has a mistress?"

"The location is here." Larisa handed over the map while ignoring the man's ravings. "We're planning on riding a camel around here so arrow him from a distance."

"Attacking only?"

"Yes, there is no need to use another weapon. Fail or not, I want an arrow" Larisa said.

"Hmmm, it seems you don't just want him dead, well. To kill is to kill." Bilal shrugged and sighed as if saying 'women are hard to understand'.

"But you say 'failed or not', means if it fails it doesn't matter?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Bilal observed the woman in front of him full of calculations. A specific kill request but if it fails also does not. Whatdoes thatmean?

Surely Larisa knew she was wondering. But there was no obligation for Larisa to tell him more than the matter of request.

"Then, about information," Larisa handed me another bag of dinars, "I want to know everything about that man if he comes here."

Bilal. "If he comes? So if he doesn't come?"

"Then not."

The man's gaze changed. He now sees Larisa as something interesting for him to know.

"That's it." Larisa turns around, hinting Sakra to leave immediately. "How do you move and from what angle I'm shooting at you."

Bilal raised the two bags of dinar in his hand and waved with joy. "Come back, Madame of Good Heart."

After moving away from there, Sakra quietly whispered, "From her behavior, she can sell you to Demetrio if given more money."

"He pedangan. How else to." Larisa is no problem.

That's why he didn't want to give up Demetrio's photo. The business of finding out, isn't that her job and that's why Larisa paid her?

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