"Ma'am?"
Hawkins' voice carried a hint of dryness that even he hadn't noticed, struggling to maintain surface calm.
"Please allow me to confirm... Are you suggesting that we leak the real-time location and intended actions of Song Heping to... the 1515 organization?"
"That's correct."
Ms. M's reply was without the slightest hesitation, as concise as delivering a routine order.
She even leaned back slightly, adopting a more comfortable posture, her gaze as sharp as an eagle's, piercing through the dim light of the office, fixed on Hawkins' face.
"Director Hawkins, your hearing is not the issue."
Hawkins felt his throat tighten, a chill mixed with professional alertness and moral shock climbing up his spine.
