Chapitre 134: 134:A Pathetic Agent

In a dimly lit room... 

"Just what kind of spy you are to get yourself caught in such a pathetic way?" a man with golden-rimmed glasses screamed at the top of his lungs. 

Jerkins, who had been recently released from the police station after having to go through many complex procedures, was now subjugated to brutal abuse. 

Despite the shame of being caught by a go, he kept a straight face and asked for an apology.

"Sir, Jasson, I promise, it won't be happening again." 

"Hmm!" Jasson snorted, then turned away to light a cigar. 

Seeing the opportunity, Jerkins stepped forward and lent a hand by taking out his lighter to light it. 

Jasson's anger flared seeing Jerkin's face, but he suppressed it. Getting caught wasn't a big deal—killing a man was. This would leave a record.