Covert Action

Long Island, Wilson Enterprises headquarters, a few days later.

"Nice. I want to say your line too: 'I'm here to negotiate.' It feels like being a hostage negotiator rescuing people. Ah, but you're an expert at killing people, so that's a little different. Can you teach me how to avoid letting the blade touch the cervical vertebrae and just chop someone's head right off?"

Wade rolled around on the sofa while eating Spicy Strips, his legs kicking playfully without pause. New York was as peaceful as ever today.

Behind the desk, Su Ming quietly drank, his gaze fixed on the sunset beyond the distant horizon. The city across the water looked majestic and magnificent.

Orange sunlight filled the entire room, making the atmosphere feel very warm, like an ordinary family gathering.

Except he felt nothing warm about it. His nostrils were full of Wade's stench. That guy kept wandering around the room and flailing about, spreading the stink everywhere.

Su Ming pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's like playing cricket with an oversized blade. You strike the back of the enemy's head at a particular angle and with a particular amount of force, sending the head flying. It's usually used against armored enemies, turning a bladed weapon into something that deals blunt-force damage."

"But you don't need that, do you? I've never seen anything your greatsword couldn't cut through." Wade's mouth was greasy from eating, and even after finishing a bag of Spicy Strips, he kept licking his fingers.

That was also why Su Ming had chosen to watch the sunset. Not everyone could bear to watch an Elder God eat. Even if only the lower half of his face was visible, it was still unpleasant enough.

Su Ming raised his glass and took a hard gulp, savoring how