Over an hour later.
Atlantis City Foreign Affairs Reception Center.
Molly successfully settled Honorary Duke Cyril Sack and his entourage of servants, then walked out of the reception center with a cold expression, her subordinates following closely behind.
Molly was in an extremely foul mood. As she had more contact with Cyril Sack during the arrangements, she discovered that while he appeared friendly on the surface, every implied meaning in his words contained difficulties and traps, making him impossible to guard against. He was a typical old fox.
The arrangements had taken only an hour, but she had flown into a rage at least three times in her heart. If she had not suppressed herself in time, she might have torn Cyril Sack's bones apart on the spot.
Standing outside the reception center, Molly's gaze was icy. Clearly, her anger had yet to subside, and she was deeply displeased.
Her subordinate—Hulk, a powerfully built man—walked up. Seeing Molly's expression, he was clearly dissatisfied with Cyril Sack as well. He glanced up at the sky and asked, "Princess, it'll be dark soon. Should we sneak in under cover of darkness and kill that hateful old white-haired bastard inside to vent your anger? This is Atlantis City, our territory. The people in the reception center are all ours too, and the soldiers who escorted them here were left outside the city. There's no need to worry about failing."
"Don't you dare mess around!" Molly shot Hulk an irritated glare. "I am angry, and I do want to kill him, but this is different from that envoy last time. If we really kill him, the trouble will be enormous. So no matter how angry we are, we have to endure it. If you dare act on your own, I'll kill you first. Got