After venting his complaints with a loud shout, Dejir bent at the waist, gasping for breath as if he had just done some intense exercise. Reggie tilted his head, as if pondering something, and after a while responded blankly, "Understood."
What exactly was the relationship between these two?
Everyone present couldn't help but wonder, with equal parts curiosity and seriousness.
"The order from that person was to eliminate the target, which is the highest priority."
Reggie said emotionlessly, the previous air of ditziness completely gone, his voice's inflections trembling in the air.
"To achieve the goal, a certain degree of sacrifice is permissible, the young master is beyond the stop-loss range. Under emergency situations, I have been granted authority to take over the handling of the target."
The previously indignant Dejir finally quieted down, showing a serious face.
"I understand, I'll leave the rest to you."
