"Gentlemen, guess how many fish we'll catch this time?" In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a suit and shoes, the head of the intelligence department—Lin Yaoxian—swirled the red wine in his hand and smiled faintly.
"Who knows, it depends on how greedy the Bounty Hunters are." Logistics head Du Cheng sneered, "A ragtag bunch."
"The three major terrorist organizations in alliance with the Bounty Hunters launching an attack on the city defense council... hmm, that charge sounds good, doesn't it?" Qin Xiao asked genially.
"The minister is right," Du Cheng chuckled, "Those people are utterly despicable."
He knew this was the decision of the Silver Grey City management committee.
Feng Ke, with a gloomy expression, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window as well and spoke solemnly, "Old Wang, can't you let me deal with that Li Ming? After so many years of friendship, you can't even give me that much face?"
