Oh well, it's not my car anyway. Eoubs has plenty of money. He can just throw it in the shredder when it's totaled.

"Do as you please, I'm waiting for a phone call."

Krauser didn't know what to say. Sheen's answer was really infuriating. Why didn't he ask us who the hell he was going to call? Because asking would be pointless; there would be no answer.

"If you ask me, sleeping with someone is a good thing. Saying a few sweet words to those higher-ups isn't a big deal. Why not enjoy the moment and have some fun? Anyway, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't resort to torture." He recalled the incident at the adjudication department and continued.

"Damn, I think it's so damn reasonable. You make a mistake, and then a few men come over and say, 'Madam, excuse me for disturbing you, but because you have offended the higher-ups, you'd better sleep with us, or we'll torture you half to death.'"

He opened the control panel, selected a song that could shatter eardrums, and then started swaying his head to the beat, thinking that he was no different from his mother, an artist, and could even spout famous quotes.

Sheen glanced at him sideways, then turned off the background music.

"Don't be so lifeless! I just thought of some fun things to do, I guarantee you'll like them. A big glass of spiked liquor, plus a really wild and exciting sexual encounter, it'll make you forget all your pain." Krauser described vividly, "Ah... two great men who were willing to save the Dongxia operatives for free, they're practically as holy as they are in the movies—"

He opened his arms wide, as if he were embracing two women.

Just then, the phone rang. It was a quiet and peaceful electronic tune, the kind of music that's perfect for being alone.

Sheen took out her satellite phone, and Krauser watched her from the side.

The communication was established.

He heard a voice that sounded very familiar.

Joseph's.