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Lanok had deep, traditional French eyes.
Those who looked at his pointed, sharp features and high nose and thought he was high-strung could never stand against him.
His true intimidation lay in his eyes, a mixture of green and brown, which were always sunken in.
Lanok, dressed in a suit and a white shirt, set down his cup of black tea. Then, he reached for a side table that looked like it came from an old museum in France.
Click.
He pulled out a fine cigar from a wooden case on the table.
While Lanok cut it with a razor knife and lit it, the man in front of him silently waited for him.
A cigar wasn’t easy to light.
With each puff, the flame from the lighter was sucked into the tip of the cigar and then drawn out again.
“Hoo!”
The rich cigar scent and smoke quickly spread through the office.
“It seems like the information coming from Africa is being filtered. What are your thoughts and countermeasures regarding that?”
Had Lanok only asked for his thoughts, then he would have simply been asking for the man’s opinion on the matter. However, Lanok asked for countermeasures too—he was already certain that information was being filtered.
“Romain is suspicious.”
“I don’t trust him, but don’t you...
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