"I've been delayed here the whole day and haven't seen anything of value. If your purpose was just to keep me here, then you have indeed accomplished your mission," Wang Yunxiao said as he withdrew his gaze from the rainy darkness of the night and yawned mightily, sipping from the honey-colored whisky on the table.
"There's no need to look any further. I can now say with certainty that you and your master behind you are nothing but self-righteous clowns. Just because you possess fragments of future intelligence, you strut around, believing you have grasped the pulse of destiny and can change history..."
"History has been changed!"
Said the nondescript man sitting opposite him, his face showing a slight but clear distortion.
He was very unhappy and very confused.
"She was supposed to die today!"
"Good for you, since this is the last time."