Olivia, feeling smug, puffed on her cigar with a pretentious air.
"Hey, this is a Cuban cigar. In the United States, it's a rare treat, only those cowards living in high-rises can afford it."
She clamped it between her lips and savored two puffs.
After the drug crackdown, the only nice things you could get in Dragon Field were booze and smokes, and both were limited edition.
"It's not that great."
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Olivia, now in command, started issuing orders to the experts.
"Hey, the one upfront, don't rush in. Shake off the tailgating car, then park on the side and wait for a bit."
"What do you mean? The meeting is scheduled for eight o'clock, and we're almost out of time."
The expert turned around, not quite understanding what she meant.
Olivia's red cybernetic eye glared.
"Just do as you're told, why so many questions."
Killer Demon glanced back at Olivia.
The once arrogant Olivia immediately shrank, like a deflated balloon, muttering with a shrunken neck.
