Time swiftly moved into the deep night, London City was immersed in a night shroud, with scattered points of light in the residential areas revealing an air of tranquility and harmony, evoking a sense of warmth upon first glance.
At this moment, those who had been busy all day outside had returned home, enjoying their leisurely moments before sleep.
This is the time when internet usage is at its peak.
Umarov was seated in his high-end apartment, his brows furrowed, and his gaze filled with irritation.
Before him was a bottle of high-grade whiskey, its aroma wafting through the room, infusing it with a sense of eerie intrigue.
Slowly pouring a glass of whiskey, Umarov tilted his head back and drank the whiskey in the glass cleanly, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
To suppress today's overwhelming news reports, he had reluctantly put aside his pride and pleaded with Swift, an attitude of utmost respect that made the self-important Umarov feel profoundly humiliated!
