"Goods not delivered? We'll give a full refund, don't worry. We've got way more integrity than the United Kingdom."
"As long as it's the agreed price, if it doesn't reach your hands we'll compensate you in full."
The woman was so furious she was speechless, "This is disrespectful, you...wuuuh!" Just as she was about to curse out, someone covered her mouth and dragged her away.
Heinrich Louis Bodmer chuckled, "I appreciate this lady's compassion, very nice indeed. I think Saint Mary must surely be just as warm-hearted. I'd love to have the opportunity to see that firsthand."
Do you want to find out if her heart is actually warm?
The representatives from the United Kingdom and the United States glanced at each other, both with expressions like they'd eaten crap.
"Altogether 4,127 people, oh, 4,126 actually. This is just the first batch."
The Brit took the list, glanced at it, and signed his name without much consideration, when suddenly he looked up, "The massacre at the International Court, that was your doing, wasn't it?"
Heinrich Louis Bodmer spared him a glance, "Haven't you seen the bounty? Six million. Someone's bound to take action."
The Brit's expression worsened.
"Such actions provoke the established order," said the American representative, frowning.
"Then are you going to fight or not? If you want to fight, just get straight to it. If not, get lost." Heinrich Louis Bodmer waved dismissively, "All this dithering, not a bit of man's resolve."
Heinrich Louis Bodmer eyed them, then turned and walked away. He took a few steps before stopping, "Oh, by the way, the Falkland Islands belong to Argentina!"
The Brit completely lost his cool.
"Calm down, calm down, Baron William." The American held him back and whispered in his ear, "Don't fall into his trap. If you rush him now, we'll all get killed. Just look at the soldiers from the Northern Army around us."
Heinrich Louis Bodmer obviously overheard their conversation and turned back to give them a deep look.
But it was that look that made both of them feel their skin crawl, as if they were being thoroughly scrutinized from inside out.
The Brit's anger immediately vanished. Glancing around, he indeed saw the soldiers from the Northern Army staring at him fiercely, with malicious eyes and fingers on their triggers.
Once Heinrich Louis Bodmer was gone, the British gentleman took a deep breath and began to compose himself, "If you hadn't held me back, I would've taken him down just now. I'm the highest black belt in both karate and judo."
It's just a bullet away.
"I believe you, I believe you."
The Yank nodded, "Baron William, we should stand more united against the Mexico issue."
"This matter, we need to discuss with our Director. I'll convey the message."
William looked surprised, "You got a new Director at the CIA?"
Can't we have a proper conversation?
You talk like that, you're asking for a beating, you know?
Baron William nodded, then suddenly asked gossip with keen interest, "So, is it true that Mr. Richard got poisoned to death by a woman's inflammation? That's the rumor all over Europe."
"Utterly ridiculous, such nonsense!"
"I think so too. I've been with over a thousand women, and I've never..." Suddenly, his voice hitched and he looked at the other man.
The American offered a sheepish smile, pointing to his ear, "I'm hard of hearing, didn't catch that."
"Let's go, I really want to talk about the Mexico issue."
"I just want to know where the Northern Army's weaponry is coming from. You Americans must have a traitor in your midst."
"Rest assured, we will definitely give you an answer!"