The intelligence broker thought for a moment, seemingly counting something, then he spoke.
"Time's up, you can go after them now."
Lorenzo was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
"Literally, your previous client was an illegal immigrant from Florence. If nothing goes wrong, he should be the one you're looking for."
"Wait a second? Were you stalling for time?" Lorenzo suddenly felt a surge of nameless anger.
"He was a wealthy client too, I couldn't just sell him out directly, right? After all, essentially, I'm a businessman."
The intelligence broker said sincerely.
"No... this is a bit too coincidental, isn't it?"
Lorenzo was on guard, as if he'd been drawn into some kind of whirlpool ever since finding Kamu.
"You're both my cherished clients, and deciding whom to invest in has left me struggling to make a choice," said the intelligence broker, "So how about this, Mr. Holmes."
"Prove who among you is more valuable."
