Wen Xin sat in a dimly lit private room, facing a man in a black shirt. The man had his sleeves rolled up to his arms, holding a cigarette between his fingers.
"When do you plan to go back to M Continent? It's been two years since you've been there."
After what felt like a long silence, the man's hoarse voice slowly spoke, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Wen Xin hung her head low, fiddling with her injured hand. After about two minutes of silence, she slowly began to speak.
"I haven't resolved everything here yet, so probably I won't have time to go back. I just found some old associates, so there are many things to deal with."
Wen Xin sat on the couch, adopting a boss's posture that didn't concede any sense of weakness against the man's powerful aura across from her.
"Do you intend to just let the matters in M Continent go? Don't you know that there's been an uproar over turf wars there recently?"
