The Sadness Unearthed by the Review

No need to mention the "MMP" raging in Deckard's heart.

Adam once again easily crushed this British Special Department elite and drove back to the Medical Center.

As for the two favors Deckard had offered, promising to go all out to help Adam with two things.

Adam did not take them seriously at all.

With his Money Power, there were not many things he needed the other man's help with.

And anything he truly needed help with was probably private information he could not reveal to the other party.

This bald guy was not Juno. He was bad news!

Given the shit-stirring nature of the special department he belonged to, after helping out, he would one hundred percent treat the matter as leverage and turn around to threaten Adam into doing things for him.

Before long, Adam would go from an upright public figure to a shadow lurking in the darkness.

The information Kate had found said that Deckard had betrayed the British Special Department and was now working as an underground courier?

That was just a joke.

Once you entered that door, obtained a license to kill, and committed so many illegal acts that could never be recorded or made public—the sort where real men never looked back at explosions—how could you possibly get the chance to leave alive?

Once it was made public, how could the families of all those innocent people killed in explosions and violent incidents possibly accept someone acting so smug?

Ordinary innocent people could do nothing about it.

But what about those police officers who had once been treated as background scenery, with casualties every time something happened?

Their families and colleagues were all armed to the teeth.

You would have to ask whether their guns agreed to let someone as badass as you