There was no way around it,
third-rate actors were the ones shooting films, while the first-rate actors were all in officialdom.
Of course, Lin Mo was only acting out of ordinary human empathy, and certainly couldn't be fooled by his own exquisite acting skills.
This was like seeing the corpses of one's own kind; even if one is used to it, it would still feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Lin Mo lowered his voice and said indifferently, "Keep it down."
His voice was not loud, but it instantly stopped Ichiro Toyota's crying.
The office fell quiet.
Lin Mo tapped his fingertips on the desk, and calmly asked, "Tell me, what value can you bring to me?"
"If it pleases me, perhaps I could spare your life."
His primary target to deal with was Chen Shanhe; as for others, of course, he would use them if possible, and if not, he would just clean them up completely.
Japan might not be much for America, but it was still a very important country in Asia.