Half an hour ago.
Moshe's throat was dry, very very dry. He poured himself another glass of wine and downed it down in one gulp, yet nothing could soothe the thirst that was currently coursing through him. He couldn't take his eyes off the man on the screen. So vivacious that even the highest quality camera couldn't quite capture his finesse.
He moved as if having a tango with the air, from the tip of his fingers to the soles of his feet… every strand of muscle was carefully controlled. Ruthless, savage, beautiful.
"Perfect…" Moshe breathed. Yes, this was what he wanted to see. Lu Yizhou, who didn't hold himself back. Lu Yizhou, who exploded with power and elegance. Lu Yizhou, who moved with a single intent to get rid of anyone who stood in his way. To him. To Moshe.
Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he fumbled to call Thirteen.
"Do you need something, Sir?"