A Wise Assassin Is Not a Good Assassin

In the army commander's office of Black Star Palace, Lothaire's remote projection stood in the middle of the room. Han Xiao circled him, sized him up, and sighed from time to time.

"Kid, although you've successfully escaped this time, don't feel glad. I need to properly talk to you about this."

"What orders do you have?" Lothaire calmly accepted the scolding.

"Although the plan worked, you made the decision on yourself, and I had to clean up for you. I'm your boss, not the other way around. For something as big as this, you should ask me before you carry the plan out, got it?" Han Xiao stood in front of Lothaire with arms behind his back and reprimanded him.

"Won't happen again." Lothaire's response was short and simple.