Even if there really were.
By the time this batch of people dies out, there wouldn't be anyone left to deceive, right?
A project without repeat customers can't serve as the main source of income for a major interest group.
Remember that.
Chen Yi walked into the territory of a place called Dark Forces, which in fact looked more like a company, and found the room labeled 'President's Office,' walking straight in.
After spinning a few rounds in the boss chair placed by the floor-to-ceiling window, he propped his feet up on the desk, lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips, taking a deep drag before exhaling a stream of light blue smoke.
He waved to the Red Skull President, who was standing by and still seemed a bit lost about the situation, signaling him to come over.
"This..."