Blake finished speaking, his gray-blue eyes intently staring at the man's face, hoping to see something there, but Mo Shichen's handsome visage was inscrutable under the dim light, betraying no hint of emotional turbulence.
His slender fingers flicked the ash off his cigarette, the fine dust dispersing into the unseen breeze, while the ember at the end of the cigarette glowed and dimmed intermittently, "Anything else?"
Blake looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say more, but he hesitated.
Mo Shichen appeared to lose patience and spoke indifferently, "If you have something to say, then say it all at once. Five minutes isn't much time."
