Hidden place.
Len Hawthorne lazily leaned against the railing, holding a cigarette in his hand.
Austin Godfrey stood to his left, gazing into the distance with a serious tone, "You said you had taken action with the people behind the scenes outside, why did you only tell me now?"
"Is it necessary?"
Len Hawthorne glanced at him.
Austin Godfrey frowned, "I thought you would prefer to hide your tracks and find the correct answer."
"When it's time to expose, it's time to expose. I was unfamiliar when I first arrived, so I had to adapt slowly." Len placed the cigarette in his mouth, straightened up, unbuttoned the first button on his black shirt, fully revealing his striking attractiveness. His voice was as impactful as his physical presence, "If they cross the line, we don't fear them, we'll clean them up when they come."
Austin Godfrey pursed his lips without saying a word.
"You want to stir things up here."