The young captain had not yet vented all the fury in his heart; he stood by, already moving on to clamp the second finger, "You'd better not say..."
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" he struggled violently again. It was too painful; he had overestimated himself and underestimated these people.
Reluctantly leaving his side, the young captain stood against the wall, but he knew when to do what.
"It was Mr. Sam, and Booker, too. They need that girl; someone placed a special order."
After hearing this, Elvin thought for a moment, "Red High Heels, is that it?"
"Yes, right, it's the Red High Heels..."
This matter was a bit troublesome, and Elvin knew a bit more than the others.
He knew that Lance had refused the Mayor's decision to assign Red High Heels to him, which meant that no matter who was running Red High Heels now, the Mayor was inevitably standing behind it.
For other matters, Elvin decided on his own, but for this, he needed to consult with Lance.