"He wants what?" The president widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Can you repeat it again?" A middle-aged man next to the president was shaken.
It was obvious why they looked like they couldn't believe what she just said. Even she couldn't accept it either.
…
A moment ago.
"What? A clean-up crew?" Clovis' agent, Rena Walstain, dropped her jaw.
"You didn't hear it wrong. I want a clean-up crew… you know, the people who are tasked to dispose of the beast corpses and their blood. If not, the city will be extremely stinky at this rate. Or are you saying that I can't ask for the government's assistance on this small matter?
"I can rely on the OpenSky Company, but with the eyes on her, Hana's actions might expose my location. Is the country going to be fine with it?"
Rena furiously shook her head. "No, no. My apologies."
