As for the two agents following behind him, they wanted a cup for themselves too. But remembering the vicious look Simmons had given them earlier, they wisely chose to remain where they were and stand guard at the door. As for how they cursed Simmons in their hearts, no one knew.
Holding his coffee, Simmons also walked over to the sofa and sat down across from Chen Mo.
Seeing that Chen Mo was still enjoying his coffee and had no intention of acknowledging him, Simmons did not rush to discuss business. The aroma wafting from the cup in his hands tempted him constantly, and he immediately raised it to his lips and took a sip.
The scalding coffee entered his mouth, and a flavor even richer and smoother than its aroma surged across his taste buds. It was more mellow and fragrant than any coffee he had ever tasted!
After reluctantly swallowing the coffee in his mouth, Simmons could not help looking up at Chen Mo.
"This coffee is really good!"
Still lounging comfortably on the sofa, Chen Mo raised his coffee cup slightly toward Simmons but said nothing.
Seeing this, Simmons simply leaned back against the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and slowly enjoyed his coffee alongside Chen Mo.
Simmons was comfortable enough, but the agents at the door and surrounding the house outside were cursing inwardly.
He had acted so tough before entering that they thought they were going in to arrest someone. Yet one cup of coffee had bought him off!
And he was enjoying it right in front of them!
They were here to carry out a mission, damn it!
However, intimidated by Simmons's usual tyranny, they only dared grumble to themselves. No one dared show it.
Otherwise, given Simmons's temper, they would definitely