Mercenaries continued unloading various supplies from the plane.
Nicholas lit a Havana cigar on the grass beside the runway and handed another to Le Man.
"Want one?"
Le Man shook his head. "Quit!"
Nicholas curiously asked, "You quit cigars?"
Le Man said, "Yes."
Nicholas laughed, "Quitting some things is not beneficial."
Le Man sensed a hidden meaning, hesitated, and said, "Nicholas, I advise you not to get involved in this mess."
"What do you mean?" Nicholas frowned, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "Le Man, it seems you are hiding something from me."
Le Man's expression was constipated, remaining silent for a long time.
Nicholas's small eyes pierced through Le Man, "Speak up, you have no secrets before me."
Le Man gritted his teeth, displaying a hateful expression, "I should never have gotten involved with you guys back in Serbia."
Nicholas laughed, "What? Afraid the UN will know that you, a peacekeeping officer, also participated in human trafficking?"
