This statement was far less polite than Franck's, yet the speaker was not from Section Seven, but a man in a sleek suit and shiny leather shoes.
Quite handsome, in his thirties, with a stern face and a fully bureaucratic tone.
He halted his steps and stared at Hell's Wan Ge and Natasha.
"What are your real intentions?"
At that moment, Franck frowned, and several people from Section Seven also furrowed their brows.
This guy... has some screws loose in his head.
Only an idiot would answer him honestly!
Plus, this question itself comes with the hormone to break the tension~
Don't they know that within their nation, Section Seven and people like Natasha actually have a vague agreement and tacit understanding.
You two!
If you weren't here, it would be better!
Hell's Wan Ge remained silent.
However, Natasha caught the point of this bureaucratic hunk, raised her eyebrows slightly, slowly stood up, looked at him, and said, "I think you've misunderstood."
