It wasn't until Alaric Wood had been gone for a long time that Zuo Xiangfeng finally came back to himself, the chill on his body still lingering.
Working with him really is too dangerous.
But this is the only choice he has right now; he needs this man's black‑market forces. Once he becomes president, he'll make sure the first thing he does is get rid of him!
Deep into the night, everything was silent.
Alaric Wood got into a black car. The door opened, then closed. As soon as he sat down, he heard a woman's voice from the driver's seat: "Nothing unexpected happened, right?"
"Mm." Alaric let out a low sound in his throat, his eyes fixed on the scenery flashing past the window. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke: "I'm going to the Presidential Palace."
