"In layman's terms, it's assassination."
This task isn't suitable for the drama-prone players; they can provide help backstage, but not act directly.
"Lucy, did Song Zhaomei find that person?"
"Found him, but he refused. He said he no longer wants to be involved in such scheming, being a peaceful citizen is quite nice."
Lucy changed her posture, lying back on the table and looking at Lin Miao, like a lazy white cat.
"You know, sometimes I wonder if you could be like him."
"If he could really settle down, he wouldn't have helped out many times."
Lin Miao couldn't answer Lucy's question.
He could probably guess what Solomon Lid is thinking, this person is surely very stubborn and indecisive.
According to Song Zhaomei's description, this guy always wants to cover all bases, abandoning none—New America, companions, government, missions...
But in the end, things always move in a direction he doesn't want, and he gets stuck in the middle shouting,
"It hurts, it hurts too much!"
