Ormand raised his dark eyes and glanced at Ronian coldly. He picked up a booklet of missions on the table and threw it at the latter.
Ronian did not move at all. The paper booklet gently hit his belly and then slid to the ground.
"Take a look first."
Ronian was puzzled. He bent down to pick up the booklet and seriously flipped through it.
"This is the record of my missions in the past three months. What do you mean, Mr. Hobson?"
Ormand put the cigarette in his hand on the table and seriously scolded, "Your attendance in the past month is less than the previous two months. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Ronian knew that Ormand was looking for trouble, so he could only suppress his anger and explain, "Because Sherlyn is sick, I often went home to stay with her during the last month."
"What an excuse."
Ormand picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it on Ronian's forehead.