The tall man fell silent. Leon observed the subtle change in his eyes. Extremely subtle.“Regarding that… you will find out for yourself when you meet him.”“Hmm, alright.”The wind blew from the side. The lower part of the tall man’s long coat fluttered.“That is all I have to say. Our meeting is concluded.”After saying that, the tall man turned around and walked away. Leon continued to observe him. He watched the tall man get into a black Land Rover.Leon memorized the car's license plate. If he wanted to, he could contact Dimitri and ask him to mobilize his men to tail the car. But, he dismissed the idea.He was sure a person like the tall man had a thousand ways to escape anyone's pursuit or surveillance. It was highly possible that the license plate used was fake. The tall man could likely just press a button on the car's dashboard mid-route, and the plate would change.Instead of continuously thinking about the tall man, Leon decided to relax for a moment. He sat on a long benc

Leon had brought absolutely none of his gear. He even left his favorite knife at home, beneath a pile of clothes in the wardrobe. So, he immediately tore off his shirt and used it as an emergency mask. Leon didn't yet know the effect of the white gas, but he had to be vigilant. Now he had to figure out what he would do to prevent the white gas from reaching his eyes.From what Leon saw, the white gas was entering from above and below. This meant it was pointless to move to a higher spot.Leon scanned his surroundings, looking for windows or ventilation shafts, but he couldn't find any. This room was more like a confinement chamber than a meeting room.Leon looked up, staring at the camera on the ceiling. He didn't know what the President was thinking. Was this a test? Did he want to know if Leon could escape this situation? Or did he truly intend to eliminate him?While Leon was guessing, the white smoke grew denser; in several spots, it began to clump and thicken. In movie scenes, wi

Leon frowned, raising an eyebrow.“Mr. President, you’re not pulling my leg, are you?” Leon asked. “You suddenly asked me to do something like that. That’s... that’s not funny at all.”“I’m not joking, Leon,” the President countered. “I’m serious. I truly want you to be my shadow. I need someone like you to restore the health of this administration, like it used to be.”Leon stopped chewing. He swallowed the remaining food in his mouth and set down his fork and spoon.It seemed his assessment earlier was correct. Something was wrong with the man sitting across from him.“Mr. President, I don’t mean to be insolent or anything. I think you should reconsider what you just asked. You are asking me to… eliminate your political opponents. Do you want me to kill them? Is that it?”The President stared intently at Leon. He nodded calmly.Leon sighed. He directed his gaze toward two o'clock. He actually wanted to shake his head, but he restrained himself because that wasn't polite—this was one

Leon and his small family gathered in the dining room. Dishes were served; all of them looked appetizing. Leon smiled widely. It had been a very long time since he last tasted his mother’s cooking in such a warm moment.“Happy birthday, my son, my beloved child. Forgive me for only being able to do something like this now,” Mary said.Mary’s gaze at Leon was full of love. And Leon could see that his mother was trying her hardest to hold back her tears from falling.“It’s okay, Mom. Thank you for doing this sweet and meaningful thing for me,” Leon said.Because of his words, Mary’s tears fell. Leon widened his smile again. He wiped the tears from Mary’s left cheek.“Thank goodness we can have dinner together tonight as planned. I was worried earlier that you wouldn’t come home today,” Evelyn said.Leon looked at his wife, took her hand, and stroked the back of her hand.“Forgive me, okay. I made you worry earlier,” Leon said.Evelyn smiled and nodded. Leon pulled his hand back, signali