Leaning back in his chair, Zhao Yiming's smile turned enigmatic, "Alright, enough with the pleasantries, let's get to business. You've decided to go after Lucifer, which means you already know who you're dealing with, right?"
Su Mo nodded, "Your company's intelligence department head, Mammon."
With a bemused look in his eyes, Zhao Yiming spoke with great interest: "Knowing he's an executive from our company, you still killed his only son and even sent a provocative execution video."
"To me, it doesn't seem like a rational choice. Care to share your thoughts?"
Su Mo: "Because I trust Qi Ling."
Zhao Yiming: "Oh? What does this have to do with Qi Ling?"
Su Mo: "Qi Ling told me about the friendship between you two. She said no matter how much trouble I cause, as long as she comes to you, you would step in to help smooth things over, allowing me to unleash my anger."
"She trusts you, I trust her, so I decided to go all out once."
