A cruel smile appeared on Victor's face: "Let your President Ross personally bring his army to get it. As long as his foot can step on an inch of the Red River West Bank, I'll immediately hand over the whole of Texas. How's that? Fair enough?"
Bradock looked grim at this blatant humiliation.
Victor didn't fly into a rage, merely gazed at him with an incredibly odd expression.
Victor skimmed over him with his eyes.
In an instant, a torrent of filthy information surged into Victor's mind like a floodgate bursting, revealing the true face hidden beneath the glossy diplomat mask.
[1978, New Orleans Port, smuggling narcotics, disguising using diplomatic pouches, sharing profits with the Sicilian Family...]
[1982, Bradock Family's sugar plantation, Mexican laborer accidentally died, body buried in cane field, records show voluntary resignation, over two hundred bodies!]
