If he hadn't already been sitting in a chair, he might have collapsed.
"Are they insane? Did they never consider the consequences? That's San Diego City, in California, not Tijuana!"
Su Xiao said nothing and waited for Dante to calm down on his own.
Realizing that shouting wouldn't solve anything, Dante rubbed his face with his thick, rough, calloused palm.
"President Su, where are you now?"
"I can't tell you right now. Our call might be monitored."
"Of course, of course. Then roughly when can you get back to Night City? Oh, and how are you planning to return? Will you go to another city and fly back, or..."
Just then, Su Xiao abruptly changed the subject.
"Mr. Gonzalez, do you know how deeply Hector Salamanca hates you?"
Dante didn't understand why Su Xiao had suddenly brought this up, but it was true, so he admitted it honestly.
"Yes, I know."
Su Xiao shook his head. This was a video call, so Dante could see the gesture from the other end.
"No, you don't. If you did, you wouldn't sound so calm."
"After discovering that we'd rescued Jose, Hector first had the Tijuana police department, which he'd corrupted, shut down the airport. Then he sent men to San Diego City, risking the wrath of the Western States just to keep Jose from leaving."
"Clearly, in Hector Salamanca's eyes, killing your son is worth dragging his entire group down with him."
Dante fell silent for a moment, his fingers nervously rubbing the ring on his other hand.
"President Su, are you asking for more money? I understand. I completely understand. I can give you another three million. How does that sound? Of course, if that's not enough, I can add more."
Of course the money wasn't enough. Who would complain about