Mexico City, National Palace, top floor office.
The heavy velvet curtains were not completely drawn, outside the window was the night scene of the square, but the indoor light mainly came from the television hanging on the wall.
On the screen, Mexican Police Minister Robert Bill stood under the spotlight, his expression solemn, his tone resounding, announcing a "great victory."
Victor leaned on the large leather office chair, his eyes fixed on the TV, every word from Minister Bill was clearly audible, those proclamations about killing Khun Sa, eradicating the cancer, maintaining public health safety, were broadcast through the high-end sound system, full of power and persuasiveness.
But there was not a hint of joy on Victor's face, even a barely perceptible cloud hung between his brows.
Because he knew through Golden Finger, Khun Sa was not dead!
