"Honestly Mir, I can't believe it was Mr. Thabit who did this." Chris politely refused: "We all know what kind of person he is, and he is very friendly to the residents of New Orleans." ”

Mir understood Chris very well, it was the same thing as his own thoughts, and he didn't believe it himself, but Marcos said Tabit's name, and Tabit had the knife too.

It may sound like a coincidence, but Mill felt that it was more than a coincidence, and that in New Orleans in this land, Tabit's name was as revered as even Father Cavendish's.

"I know, Chris." Mir lowered his head and said, "I just want to know if he has anything to do with it, if not, I'll be happy, aren't you?" ”

"Yes, Mir, I see what you mean." Chris said, "You're helping him. ”

"So to speak."

Mill continued: "It may sound a little better and feel better in my heart. ”

"Yes, that's right." Chris paused: "Okay, I promise you, I'll do it myself." ”

As Mill gradually raised his head, he overheard Chris's men walking up to the second floor and walking towards Chris, but Chris's men also glanced at Mill.

Mir watched him, who was whispering to Chris at this time, but Mir couldn't see his face.

Mir suddenly remembered what Jacques had said, and a man who looked like Ian and Martin told Jacques to go, and the guy's hat was pressed very low.

And this Chris's subordinate seems to be a bit like the guy Jacques said it is, and Mir's eyes are fixed on all the movements of the man.

"Friend, this is the knife you wanted." Chris leaned over and laid the knife on the table.

Chris noticed that Mir's gaze was looking straight elsewhere: "Mir, what are you looking at?" ”

Mir feigned a state of regain and said, "Seeing your men reminds me of a man. ”

"Oh? Is it? Chris asked, "Who is it?" ”

"A tall and mighty man of the same skin color as Martin." Mill replied.

"Yes, he's a bit alike, but he's not him, and he's not Ian." Chris chuckled, "Mir, I know Ian's death was a big blow to you, and so am I. ”

"Alright, there's nothing to do with you here, you can leave." Chris waved his hand back, signaling for his men to leave.

"Yes, sir."

Chris's men deliberately lowered their hats with their right hands as they bowed and bent down as they were leaving.

Mir still noticed his cautious movements, and his eyes locked for a long time, until the backs of Chris's men disappeared on the second floor.

"Who is he?" Mill's gaze fell on Chris again.

Chris spread his hands: "Friend, he is my subordinate, the most powerful subordinate." ”

"Please tell me his name." Mir asked very seriously.

"What's wrong? Friend. ”

Mill yelled, "Chris, please tell me his name!" ”

"Mir, calm down!"