"Who am I?" The old man chuckled, "I'm just a toilet cleaner."
"Really, you're not lying to me?" Windy didn't believe him at all!
"Just look at me and my broom, I'm truly a toilet cleaner." The old man smiled warmly, appearing quite friendly.
But when it comes to killing, he doesn't hesitate.
"Old man, let me ask you something, answer me honestly." Windy gripped the knife in his hand tightly, while the Great Grandmaster stood obediently behind him.
No one went after Jovany Leopold anymore.
"Go ahead, I'll tell you everything I know." The old man nodded, his hands never stopping.
Whether out of habit or dislike for the dirty ground, the old man swept away the fallen leaves with his broom.
The shabby thatched hut was suddenly clean.
It didn't look like a lie.
If you haven't done work, you definitely wouldn't be this efficient and nimble!
This is what's called professionalism!
