Baslov showed neither anger nor haste, merely a disdainful retort, "This level of framing is quite amateurish."
Tom seemed a little displeased, furrowing his brows, "You know it's a frame-up, and so do I, but this is the evidence, buddy. If you don't want to talk, then forget it. Shall we go?"
Gao Guang noticed Tom's left hand twitched slightly, so he gestured to his own back, "Mr. Baslov, take a look at my wheelchair. Are you saying these things because you don't want to talk anymore?"
Baslov held out his hands flatly, "I'm just a bit annoyed by Black Box's methods, not trying to drive down your price."
Tom said indifferently, "You know very well what's going on with Black Box."
Baslov shook his head, "It's not that I refuse to say, but I genuinely don't know much. Let me explain, there indeed are KGB traitors in Black Box, even high-level ones, and that's precisely why I'm not privy to the details."