"You... have guts, Elliot. I have high expectations for you."
Faced with this question, Sevens took a deep look at Elliot and stood up to pat him on the shoulder.
Elliot only felt inexplicable, why did he suddenly become so enigmatic?
"Indeed, I know some small-scale security freelancers, you can contact them through this number—
Let me emphasize again, I have high expectations for you, but don't screw up."
[Data transmission in progress...]
...
"200,000 could buy my life!"
Elliot looked at the numbers in the account, shaking with excitement!
He was already distracted for the rest of the conversation; he only remembered this 200,000.
[Johnny: Your life is only worth 2,000 bucks, remember?]
"Not anymore..."
