"Mr. He." The Caucasian man greeted him in impeccable Chinese, a warm and humble smile on his face, "I wonder if you're getting used to this residence?"
He Jingyao put down his coffee, turned to look at the screen, and slightly curled his lips: "Not used to it. But does my preference matter to you, Mr. Lawrence?"
Lawrence, the head of the "Base" organization's East Asia region, a refined and elegant...madman.
In fact, there isn't a single member of this world's most infamous terror-ist organization who isn't a lunatic. These years, they have instilled fear across the globe with remarkable achievements.
Lawrence laughed: "You will grow to like it here."
He Jingyao gave a noncommittal smile.
"Five days, I assume Mr. He, you must have decided by now." Lawrence maintained a suave demeanor, "I'm eagerly awaiting your answer."
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow: "I suppose, apart from cooperating with you, I have no other choice."
