"Ever since accepting this job, you must accept the danger. Why should my people take a bullet for yours? Why should I shield you on the front lines while you plot against my sister and my Sect Leader in bustling New York?" Lu Xiaojiu's voice was calm, yet carried a sense of poise and unyielding momentum, "Until Xiao Qiao clears her name and is proven innocent, the Carefree Sect refuses to participate in any CIA operations."
"Insolence!" Director David fumed, "You are part of the government forces, not some terrorist group. How could you take orders from one person?"
"Ladies, do you wish to accept orders from the CIA?"
"No, we don't!" came the unanimous reply from the row behind.
Lu Xiaojiu's eyes flashed with mockery, "Apart from me, no one else can command them."
A shadow crossed David's eyes. The Carefree Sect had a pair of sisters—one calm and restrained, the other arrogant and brazen. He thought that without Xiao Qiao, Lu Xiaojiu would dominate alone and owe him gratitude.
