The morgue was gloomy and cold. Lucas felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his heart, and then to the top of his head.
He clenched his fists. It was a question of whether he should answer it or not. In fact, if he didn't agree, the market of M country would gradually tilt like the stable W company, but once he agreed, it meant that he couldn't interfere in the business in the future. There was some noise outside, and he didn't know what happened, so he had to solve it as soon as possible. Lucas frowned, touched his earlobes, gritted his teeth, and agreed.
"Okay."
Felix didn't expect that he would agree so decisively. He thought he would struggle for a while.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am." Lucas's eyes were firm and resolute. It was not about the market in M country, but about the case that Mr. Frag should be brought to justice.