Chapter 1558 - 1557: The Deal

The next day, in a rather secluded tavern in the United Kingdom.

Umarov sat at a wooden table with a glass of whiskey in front of him, containing a spherical ice ball. Under the bar's lighting, it possessed a certain elegance.

Beside him was a metal box, evidently holding something important.

"In good spirits, I see."

While Umarov quietly sipped his drink, a man in a casual suit and a hat seated himself opposite Umarov, speaking, "I can't believe we're meeting back here again!"

He snapped his fingers and said, "A martini, please."

Upon hearing this, the accompanying bartender turned to head towards the bar.

"You haven't changed."

Seeing the man ordering a drink, Umarov spoke, "Always a martini. If the owner knew a national minister came here just to drink martinis, it would be quite the joke."

As he spoke, Umarov's tone lifted slightly, with a hint of amusement, "Am I right, Lord Sweet?"

"How many times have I told you?"

Upon hearing Umarov's words, Sweet removed his hat and said, "Don't use my real name in public!"

In between his words, Sweet's tone carried a hint of depth, giving off an air of authority.

"No problem."

Upon hearing Sweet's words, Umarov said, "I'll say whatever you want me to say, but with others, that's not necessarily the case."

As he spoke, Umarov took a sip of whiskey, his eyes holding Sweet's gaze, seemingly implying more.

"Out with it then."

Upon hearing Umarov's words, Sweet spoke directly as the bartender placed a martini before him and walked away.

Sweet took the martini, sipping, his eyes fixed on Umarov, "Don't beat around the bush."

"Time is tight for people like us."

While sipping his martini, Sweet spoke casually, "If there's nothing more to discuss, once this drink is finished, I'll leave."

"I've been quite clear!"

Upon hearing Sweet's words, Umarov said, "Recently, a kid named Lu Yu found me, and he already knows about my connection with the Shadow Luo Organization!"

As he spoke, Umarov's tone was calm, "If this connection is exposed to the public, the consequences are clear, right?"

Umarov took another sip of whiskey, "After all, we're in this together!"

"I understand perfectly!"

Upon hearing this, Sweet spoke, "You don't need to keep reminding me of this matter. Just tell me, what exactly does Lu Yu want?"

As Lu Yu's meetings with Elizabeth IV were brokered by Heaton, Sweet currently had no idea who Lu Yu was.

"He wants me to stop funding the Shadow Luo Organization."

Upon hearing this, Umarov's words were relaxed, his eyelids lifted slightly with a touch of laziness and amusement in his gaze.

"How is that possible!?"

Upon hearing this, Sweet slapped the table, exclaiming, "The Shadow Luo Organization is our future! If it wasn't, why did we risk our lives to push him into the Super Soldier Plan?!"

"And now, Lu Yu thinks he can stop this plan with a single statement. Utterly ridiculous!"

Sweet's voice was heavy, filled with a sense of determination.

"Precisely."

Upon hearing this, Umarov said, "To let you know, this kid Lu Yu is not ordinary. Besides being skilled, he's seemingly influential in London. I feel it won't take long before he exposes us to the media."

"Hmph!"

With Umarov's words, Sweet's face broke into a chill smile, "Who does he think he is? To think he can just expose us through the media! Don't forget what I do!"

"In my eyes, Lu Yu is nothing but an ant. To think he can disrupt our plans is laughable!"

Between the lines, Sweet's voice was full of arrogance and a sense of menace!

Clearly, Sweet wasn't concerned with Lu Yu!

"Indeed, very commanding!"

Upon hearing this, Umarov lightly applauded, extending his right hand to push the black box towards Sweet, saying, "This is your remuneration for this time."

In his calm speech, Umarov said, "I'm merely a law-abiding businessman, modest in skill, limited in ability. This matter requires your attention!"

In his words, Umarov's tone carried a hint of amusement.

"No problem!"

Upon hearing Umarov's words, Sweet spoke righteously, silently moving the box to his side with practiced ease, "I'll keep an eye on this. I guarantee if any careless media dares to report such matters, they'll pay dearly!"

Sweet's voice was firm, adding to his serious demeanor, genuinely conveying a sense of incorruptibility.

"That's reassuring!"

Upon hearing Sweet's words, Umarov spoke calmly, suddenly rising and stretching, "Then I'll await your methods, sir!"

With his words, Umarov waved his hand, headed towards the bar's exit, his steps light, clearly leaving the matter to Sweet!

"No issue, leave it to me!"

Upon hearing this, Sweet spoke steadily, opening the black box before him, his eyes caught the sight of currency bearing Elizabeth's portrait, a cold smile appearing on his face, "If anyone dares meddle with this matter, they'll regret it deeply!"