The man's eyes narrowed, as if he were recalling something. "Heh. Looks like you're not completely stupid after all. I came to LMA to find someone. Until I find him, I'm not leaving."
"Someone…? Is he a friend of yours?"
"Friend?" He sneered, as though he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. "No. He's the person I hate most. I want him dead."
The viciousness in his tone made Ford flinch, his body trembling, hardly daring to breathe. After a long moment, he finally asked, "Then… is there anything I can do to help you?"
"You? You're useless," the man replied coldly. "You alone have no chance of finding him. It took me a long time to even discover his trail. Enough—leave…"
Before he could finish, a knock suddenly sounded at the office door.
"Reporting, sir!"
The two men across the desk exchanged a glance.
