"Hello, Mr. Soron, I am the special envoy responsible for liaising with you, you can call me Tom," said a person who looked like a professional manager, appearing in front of the son of the Sedel Governor.
The Security Committee arranged for Soron to be received in a suite at a hotel near the customs, and also planned for a designated person to contact him.
Judging from the attitude Soron initially displayed, it shouldn't be a bad thing.
This young man should have a name at this point, and his name was "Soron."
Soron scrutinized the special envoy in front of him, casually nodded, and as he opened his palm, his assistant placed a newspaper in his hand.
Immediately after, he tossed the newspaper to the other party, the motion seamless, and there was an indescribable arrogance.
