Valentin

Li Wei had been underestimated—by a balding Slavic wizard, no less!

But he did not fly into a rage, nor did he wave his wand and viciously cast a curse at the other man!

He could not be bothered with the dejected Slavic wizard at all. He merely turned his head and fixed Grave Sanchez with an interrogative look.

Li Wei's meaning could not have been clearer:

Is this local fixer you found actually reliable?

If not, we should replace him immediately!

After all, once the giant bear known as the Soviet Union had died, hyenas eager to feast on its carcass were everywhere. They could find anyone they wanted!

Grave Sanchez understood the meaning in Li Wei's eyes as well, and immediately snapped coldly:

"Shut up, Valentin! Do you still want to make money or not?"

"Have you always judged a wizard's strength and wealth solely by age?"

"I really ought to drink Polyjuice Potion, turn into a child, and hit you with an Avada Kedavra!

"Don't make me treat you like an idiot, Valentin!"

The balding Soviet wizard whom Grave Sanchez had called "Valentin" finally calmed down after being berated.

He slumped onto the sofa, grabbed the Ice Dragon Vodka from the coffee table, and took a hard swig. Looking both dejected and guilty, he said:

"Sorry, Grave! Things in Moscow have been a complete mess these past few days. I really..."

"I did not come here to listen to you complain, Mr. Valentin!"

Li Wei rudely cut Valentin off. He had come here for one thing only: to make money!

He fucking just wanted to make money!

He had no interest in hearing anyone complain!

"If you are still in this state, it will be difficult for me to believe you can carry out a job worth