Ma Shangcheng’s eyes lit up, a greasy grin spreading across his face as he looked at Julian Vance.
"Deputy Section Chief Vance’s work ethic is truly something we should all aspire to. It’s a standard for the entire Milice."
Upon hearing this, Arthur de Molay smiled with genuine delight. The death of Margot LeClerc—the "Nightingale"—had momentarily soured his mood, mostly because his ego was bruised by her refusal to play by the rules of interrogation. But Julian’s words acted like a balm. Arthur had already forgotten Margot’s cold, blue lips and instead looked at Julian with a beaming, paternal pride.
"Oh? You found the answer so quickly? It seems you really are suited for the cerebral work of intelligence analysis, Julian." Arthur leaned back, gesturing for him to continue. "Tell me yo
