"Suspected Chaos believers have infiltrated Mint City. To help defend the city, they want the Consortium's Mercenary Groups stationed outside the north and south of the city to enter?"
Bright, lavish lights shone over an office filled with decorations and artworks, as well as an ornate desk inlaid with gemstones.
The man seated behind the desk set the document in his hand down, rubbed his temple, and sneered. "They might as well have me point a gun at myself, then hand them the spear hilt. Oh—and load the gun for them too."
"Mr. Locke Te, the two major consortiums sponsored our campaign fund and also promised..."
The figure standing before the desk, dressed in a pilled silk formal suit, looked at the man behind the desk and spoke softly.
"But I already let them cross the fifty-kilometer security line and station themselves directly outside the city gates."
Locke Te braced a hand against the desk and shot to his feet, cutting off the suited man. He stared at him coldly. "And now they want to enter the city?"
The suited man trembled slightly and lowered his head.
Locke Te looked at him, rubbed his temple, sighed, and sat back down. "If it were you, would you agree to such a request?"
At the question, the man froze and said nothing more.
Ring ring ring--
At that moment, the telephone on the desk suddenly rang.
Locke Te reached out and answered it.
"Hello, what is it at this hour? ...Who? ...Sot? That Federal Bureau of Investigation one? What is he here for?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the documents on the desk. After a brief pause, he slowly said, "Let him in. Send him directly to my office."
After hanging up, he looked up at the suited man and