"Uncle Asmir..."
"Get out!"
As Belsaria glanced at Victor, he patted her hand, signaling her not to worry. After the worried subordinate left, Asmir kicked out his subordinates as well and then closed the hospital room door and rushed to Victor, grabbing him by the front.
"Was it you?!"
"What? The Iraqi delegation? Did something happen to them?"
Asmir clenched his teeth as he looked at Victor, "Where are your bodyguards? You brought dozens of men to Vienna, where are the others?"
"Maybe they went out for a late-night snack."
That excuse—NMD—while your boss is lying here groaning in pain, his underlings go out to grab late-night snacks?
Asmir couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity, "Do you realize what you're doing? They are members of the United Nations; we have a duty to ensure their safety. This is an act of war!"
"Are you a cop or a gangster?"
Victor's gaze fixed on him, "Confront an officer as an officer, slaughter a bandit as a bandit!"
