"Oh, no! I can't do anything immoral for you anymore!" The Mayor shouted. Last time, just appearing on screen resulted in three deaths; he surely would not cooperate this time! After all, he still had the consciousness of a Mayor.
"You are truly adorable! But rest assured, you won't be troubled this time. Shouldn't Director Mo Luo's experience be thoroughly investigated? From what I know, CIA personnel are in Palermo!" A chuckling laughter echoed, and the person vanished in front of the Mayor, leaving a black envelope embossed with a blood-dripping raven on the table.
Edmund entered the room amid hushed whispers, a room that Mo Luo had roared in countless times, and now it was his. Under the heated haze, a little reason remained, modifying nothing about the food; it was as before. He was still an acting Director, wearing the acting hat, which meant this place wasn't entirely his, and he couldn't just act on his whims.
