Little Ben finally made up his mind, and Mark lowered his eyes, quietly curling his lips into a smile.
He finally waited for this moment.
Previously, he had exerted psychological influence on Little Ben in subtle ways, but Little Ben was an assassin, with resilience and psychological defenses far beyond that of ordinary people. Mark was very worried that he could not effectively influence Little Ben.
But tonight, Little Ben finally made up his mind on his own.
Ben Shaming took a breath and looked at Mark, "Before, when I modeled for Tang Yanjian, you complained about me not looking for you; so now if I want you to help me, would you?"
Mark squinted and looked up, "What do you mean?"
Little Ben looked down at his hands, those long and strong hands had long been covered with the blood of countless people.
