Lorenzo didn't care if he accidentally hurt others. Even if there were any moral repentance, it should be done in the dead of night, not now.
His gaze was cold. After a series of encounters in the past few days, Lorenzo felt his vigilance had reached its peak.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lorenzo Holmes."
The man said amiably, then extended his hand, but his approachable demeanor had now turned into a terrible threat in Lorenzo's eyes.
"Who are you?"
Lorenzo didn't react much, simply asked coldly.
"You can call me Moriarty."
Seeing Lorenzo's demeanor, Moriarty withdrew his hand and then looked at the misty world outside the train window.
"The New Order?"
Lorenzo asked, he and Moriarty shared the same hometown, Florence, so Lorenzo could only deduce he came from there.
Moriarty made no attempt to hide it, he simply nodded,
"What do you want to do?"
