Madison: Hahahaha, I'm the one interested in it! I think we can sit down for a chat, have a glass of Romanee Conti. When are you free to come over to my place again?
Allen Zhang: Your place doesn't have any CIA agents now, does it?
Madison: Oh! Of course not! I've found some friends to take care of that, fired all the agents who dared to offend me recently! I don't care whether they were following orders or if someone was backing them, but if even an ordinary CIA agent dares to offend me, how can I mingle in the circles? They are just tools, and tools are thrown away when they're used up.
Allen Zhang: Then they're really unlucky.
Madison: The moment they stepped onto my private island, they should have realized they'd angered me. But I'm not without mercy; at least I don't treat people like consumables to be discarded once used like some jerks. I provided them with a decent pension, so they can live a worry-free life in the future. I even offered them jobs after they were fired.
