I'm afraid of amateurs leading professionals, even more so if this amateur has the power of life and death.
Anton naturally couldn't care less, it's just making contact, whether it's him or Yang Yi, it makes absolutely no difference, but that poor fellow from the Shah's intelligence agency is another story.
Yang Yi truly started to feel sympathy for his colleague named Azar.
Azar sat down, exchanged a glance with Anton, and then looked at Wahid.
Wahid waved his hand, indicating that they could start.
Azar couldn't help swallowing, perhaps he was unsure how to start a very normal task under these conditions.
After a brief moment of silence, Azar finally spoke.
"I'm Azar, ordered to come here to... cooperate with you, um, I'll try my best to meet, uh, your requests."
Just a few short sentences and Azar was already sweating, probably because he struggled so much over his choice of words.
What a poor guy.
