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"Wait a moment~" An urgent call from Director Armstrong stops Yves King, who was about to fire his gun, his clothes drenched in sweat and looking extremely worn, showing none of the dignity expected of a director. The fear of death in such an anxious moment makes him forget everything else. Despite the fear in his heart, he forces himself to smile fawningly: "I can assure, absolutely assure you that I won't bite the hand that feeds me. Please, I beg you. I'll do anything you say."
"Your verbal assurances are worthless," Yves King responded with a derisive laugh. "But considering your heartfelt plea, I'll give you a chance. Weren't you about to arrange for some female mobsters to be locked up with Faye Owen in her single cell? To bully and humiliate her? Now, do you see what to do?" As he spoke, King pushed a mobile phone on the tea table toward him.
