Curse

Nothing appeared on Khan's face. His expression remained cold, but his thoughts shook. Rodney had actually named something that could lead to cooperation.

The urge to kill Rodney was strong, but Khan felt the need to suppress it. Rodney was an annoying enemy, but Raymond was far worse. The latter wasn't someone Khan could handle on his own, let alone defeat him on a purely political battlefield.

"Great minds think alike," Rodney laughed when Khan entered the car and closed the door behind him.

Khan didn't say anything. He slowly drew his knife as he took his place on a seat in front of Rodney. He was interested in what Rodney had to say, but he wanted to keep the games at a minimum.

Rodney's smile froze when he saw the sharp knife, but no panic spread in his mind. He sighed before reaching for a drawer under the seat to his right. A bottle and a few glasses came out, and he didn't hesitate to pick them up.