His pupils began to dilate, his features contorted, as his left hand gripping the armrest involuntarily clenched tighter, the pale arm's veins bulging menacingly.
The usually indifferent Landick displayed expressions he had never shown before at this moment, which, to Leon's puzzlement, actually brought a trace of satisfaction.
You finally got what was coming to you, huh?
Landick always managed his emotions well, even when someone threw paint on him in public, he could still smile innocently and offer the perpetrator a compensation for the damaged clothing.
It seemed he never lost control of his emotions, but today, he revealed a rare look of shock and anger, making Leon even more curious about what he had seen.
Landick stared at his phone like a statue, then suddenly snapped back to reality and started making international calls.
