"They've been planning this for a while." Jiang Yanxu tapped his cigarette against the ashtray, embers falling like dying fireflies.
Across from him, Lin Xun traced the rim of his whiskey glass with idle fingers, his eyes glinting beneath the soft glow of the chandelier. "Have they tried before?"
Jiang Yanxu gave a brief nod, silent.
Lin Xun's brows twitched, his thumb pausing on the glass. "Sounds risky."
Jiang Yanxu said nothing, only exhaling a stream of smoke that curled like a phantom between them.
"And your plan?" Lin Xun tilted his head, voice light, almost mocking. "You still planning to hire me? I'll give you a discount this time."
Jiang Yanxu lifted his gaze, sharp as shattered glass, pinning Lin Xun in place. "You haven't even completed a single mission yet." His tone was cutting, each word deliberate. He took another drag from his cigarette before adding coolly, "GhostByte died before you could even get the information. What about the latest mission?"
