"Perhaps this is destiny."
Mobius sighed lightly and said, "How about this, we both take a step back.
First, may you leave the UK. I swear in the name of the Bell Tower Guild that the British Government will severely sentence Sarah and Jacob Thompson after the fact, and under other pretexts, punish every bureaucrat who fanned the flames in this matter."
"Punishment? What kind of punishment?"
Li Cheng asked in surprise, "Is it demotion with a pay cut? Or transfer from the position? Or perhaps expulsion from the government ranks, moving through the political and business revolving door, to work as a consultant in a large corporation, earning tens of thousands of British Pounds annually?"
He shook his head, "My demand will not change: hand them over, or I will do it myself."
Mobius pursed his lips slightly, "...sorry."
"In that case, all ensuing casualties will be borne by the British side thems..."
Before Li Cheng could finish the word "elves,"
