Chapter 8: The Three Parties

Before the woman could even react, she felt a powerful strike land on her neck.

Bang!

Her chair crashed to the ground, and she was sent reeling backward as if she had slammed into a wall.

“Cough, cough…”

Clutching her reddened neck, she found it hard to breathe, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.

Meanwhile, Dunn sat calmly in his seat, a cane mysteriously appearing in his hand. The scene unfolding was clearly his doing.

The man with his head bowed flickered with a trace of anger in his eyes.

The woman who had been struck was his girlfriend—she was speaking up for him!

Yet, he dared not look up.

This man was from headquarters; they were simply out of their depth.

He himself never expected that an uncharacteristic mistake would happen, and that it would occur just as a headquarters inspector was present.

“A ‘should’? A secret organization placing its hopes on a ‘should’? Is that how you treat your missions?” Dunn’s cane stabbed the hard ground, gouging a small pit with a dull thud.

From start to finish, only his right hand moved; his body remained still.

“If I hadn’t shown up here, what would you have done?” Dunn swept his gaze across the four individuals as the woman coughed faintly.

“Remove the risk…” a middle-aged man muttered, unable to meet Dunn’s eyes. “Dead men don’t talk.”

“Hmph, I don’t want to see any reports about Delos,” Dunn said, fixing his gaze on the middle-aged man. “Nor do I want him to be alive to give any interviews.”

“Oh, my dear friend, why so much anger?”

At that moment, an untimely voice echoed from the basement.

Dunn frowned slightly, and everyone turned their attention toward the staircase.

There, a man dressed in black trousers and earth-toned boots, wearing only a shirt on his upper body, stood with arms crossed, leaning against the stairwell.

He was young, with tousled blond hair and striking green eyes.

“You are…” Dunn suddenly rose, tightening his grip on the cane.

Wade Wilson?

A rather insufferable but formidable fellow.

Wasn’t he training the mage battalion back home? How did he end up in this country?

“I just arrived here,” Wade spread his hands. “I overheard your entire conversation and witnessed the kind of foolishness you were about to commit.”

“What do you mean?”

Dunn held back from acting rashly; clearly, this man posed a significant threat.

“Heh heh…” Wade licked his lips. “Just chatting? How about we first have a cup of red tea?”

“Oh, by the way, I like the red tea from Volsini City. Mr. Luden granted me leave last time, but alas, I never made it to Volsini City. Such a pity.”

“Now that this matter has been reported in the newspapers, we need to resolve it as soon as possible,” Dunn said coldly, eyeing Wade.

“Ha, I opposed you from the start, all this nonsense—luring civilians from our country to Anzio, then letting them die there to create diplomatic pressure, hoping to squeeze some benefits out of it. Oh, could there be anything more foolish or pointless? Civilians’ lives are lives too.”

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