Chapter 950

"What terms?" Perseus eyed Clarissa cautiously. He was skeptical. Did a brothel make that much money? They were talking about 90 billion dollars—not just 90 dollars! How many prostitutes did she need to employ to make such a profit? Surely she was biting off more than she could chew? "It's simple—I want you to find Blood Shura and eliminate them!" She shut the door. Her expression turned cold and resolute. Her eyes were also filled with hatred. "What?" He frowned in confusion. Why was everything related to Blood Shura? Did Clarissa happen to come across some kind of information? "I only have a suspicion that your father's death is related to Blood Shura. I'm not completely certain, so you shouldn't…" He wanted to get rid of the organization more than anyone else. When Dubhe's hand was wrapped around his neck last night, he felt like he was inches away from death. He had to admit—that old man was extremely powerful. However, Dubhe was also a strange man. First, he had no pulse