Squirming Shadows
While Quinlan and Yinuo were busy doing their preparations, others were also moving around in the background.
In a certain secluded mansion, with a black limousine parked right outside, several shady individuals were meeting. Two figures were sitting on a sofa set, facing each other, with a wooden, low coffee table between them.
One was a man with black hair and lifeless black eyes, wearing a plain black suit with a red tie and a white inner shirt. The smile on his face felt dry, as if he wasn't really smiling but was having facial paralysis. His voice sounded deep and reverberating, echoing inside the quiet living room.
"So... how's the preparation on your side, Secretary-General Kim?" He asked as he stared at the one sitting across from him.
The man, with a black goatee starting to grey out and sporting a ducktail style of facial hair, Secretary General Kim, grinned.