Keskaine Mayor's Residence: "What?"
A somewhat broad and plump man suddenly sat up from the soft bed, brushing aside the slender, fair arm draped over him. He picked up his wristband and exclaimed in surprise, "You said Bode, covered in blood, took control of the control room and claimed he was attacked? By whom? What do you mean, you saw the Secret Intelligence Bureau attacking him? The Secret Intelligence Bureau attacked the vice president? Can't you use your head for once? Does that sound reasonable to you?"
The man quickly put on his thick pajamas, then picked up a cigar from the table, cut it, and held it between his lips. "Confirm it again. Were they really people from the Secret Intelligence Bureau?"
He struck a match and lit the cigar, seemingly listening quietly to something. Then his tone paused slightly. "What do you mean, they seemed to be the Secret Intelligence Bureau members who returned with Bode this afternoon? Are you saying Bode's bodyguards attacked him? Or are you saying Graystone Palace is preparing to kill their vice president? Idiot!"
The man took a deep breath. Then, as if he had thought of something, he fell silent for a moment before speaking rapidly. "Those damn people aren't from the Secret Intelligence Bureau at all. They're cultists disguised as Secret Intelligence Bureau agents—traitors disguised as Secret Intelligence Bureau agents. They're assassinating the vice president. Go now, immediately, and take people to protect Bode!"
With the cigar dangling from his mouth, he walked out of the bedroom. Thick smoke rapidly rose around him as he moved.
Then he seemed to hear something and stopped. "What did you say? Bode got on the plane?!"
Inside the private plane, "Mr. Bode," the captain raised his head and looked at He Ao. Seeing He