"Resolve it ourselves?"
Simon sounded like he had heard a joke.
"You also said, this is at least a seventh-level disaster. Even the Institute of Truth finds it a tough nut to crack. How are you going to resolve it?"
"First, I want to convince this gentleman to cooperate with us."
Heine looked at Tong Jing with a half-smile:
"You should be the most knowledgeable about Simon among Jinya's trusted aides, right?"
Tong Jing shivered.
"What... what are you trying to say?"
"After Simon was captured last night, was Jinya overly affectionate towards you?"
Tong Jing instinctively wanted to retort, but after careful thought, he realized that indeed there was a change in his boss's attitude after Simon was imprisoned last night...
It wasn't much at first, but it became conspicuously apparent after recovering from the erosion of the dead aura.
As Son of Wind got on board, the boss's enthusiasm noticeably cooled down...
"Stop talking!"
Simon's face turned extremely ugly.
