“Who should I protect?” Jasper asked.


    He had protected people before, and they were all high-level politicians.


    “Protect my father-inw and mother-inw for three years. I’ll give you ten million per year!”


    desman Divus said he would protect his wife and children, not his father-inw and mother-inw.


    Jasper was at the peak of the Profound Reality Realm, but he had extraordinary assassination skills.


    His speed wasparable to that of the mid tote Profound Reality Realm, and this was what got him


    to number one on the assassin list.


    With him protecting Nash’s father-inw and mother-inw, Jasper could at least lead the two of them


    to escape even if he could not resist The Swordsman or Boris.


    “One year! No charge!”


    Jasper said in a deep voice, “I still have some enemies that I haven’t dealt with, so I can’t waste too


    much time here.”


    Nash had given him freedom, and he should not have negotiated terms with Nash.


    However, Jasper was deeply involved in that blood feud. He had to shorten the time.


    “Deal!”


    Nash was not a petty person either.


    He brought Jasper out without thinking that he would repay him.


    Protecting his father-inw and mother-inw for free for a year was already good enough.


    Nash called Harrison, and Harrison sent a car to pick up Jasper.


    Near noon, Nash left the vi.


    After walking around Royal Bay, he found an unkempt old man squatting in a corner of the park eating


    instant noodles.


    “You make so much money, but you’re only eating instant noodles?” Nash could not help but ask.


    The unkempt old man held the cup and drank all the soup.


    The old man burped, stood up, and threw the instant noodle cup into the trash can. After that, he sat on


    a stone bench in the park and took a ck toothpick from his shoe.


    Nash’s facial muscles twitched slightly. The unkempt old man began to pick his teeth under his stunned


    gaze.


    “Why are you here?” the old man nced at Nash and asked.


    “Who sent you?” Nash asked.


    “Philix.” The old man did not hide anything.


    “It’s him!”


    Nash was very moved. “Philix not only arranged for two trump cards to rescue me but also arranged for


    a master in the Mystique Loyalty Realm for me. With a brother like this, what more can I ask for?”


    “Is that all you want to know?”


    The unkempt old man stuffed the toothpick back into his shoe.


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    Nash looked down and saw that his ankle looked moldy. It looked as if the old man had not taken a


    shower in a very long time.


    “Actually, I want you to do something for me,” Nash looked away and said in a serious tone.


    “You have to pay me.” The old man smiled, showing his yellow teeth.


    “Name me a price.”


    “80 grand!”


    “Go harass the Duersons for a bit. I don’t need you to do it for too long. Just about seven days is


    enough.”


    In order to prevent Duncan from having any bad intentions, Nash asked this Mystique Loyalty Realm


    master, whose speed wasparable to the speed of sound, to harass The Swordsman and Boris.


    As long as they were not in a head-on battle, the two of them would not be able to do anything to him.


    “I’m charging 80 grand for a day, so a week would be 460 grand. How will you pay?”


    The old man took out a crumpled payment code from his pocket.


    Nash touched his nose and said with a smile, “I’ll scan the code.”