James took the cigarettes with him and left Peace Mansion.
After walking out, Gloom chased after him, calling out, “James.”
James turned around with his hands in his trouser’s pockets as he asked, “What’s the matter?”
Gloom warily surveyed their surroundings, pulled James to a secluded area without guards, and whispered, “The King wishes to know your whole plan.”
James looked at him flatly, “I don’t have any concrete plans yet. I’ll think about it after I’m officially the commander of the Red Flame Army.”
“What’s wrong? Are you implying that you don’t trust the king?” Gloom furrowed his brows suspiciously.
James dismissed his concerns. “Certainly not. Like I said, I just don’t have any solid plans as of yet. This isn’t a simple matter and needs a lot of careful deliberation in order to pull it off. I’ll definitely inform the King after I’ve hashed out the details. Plus, I’ll need the King’s help if the situation demands it.”
“You…” Gloom sighed and shot him a resigned look.
James suddenly recalled something and brought it up, “By the way. I know someone is standing behind the King. If not, it would’ve been impossible to gain power back then. I’ve heard that his name is Mr. Lee. What’s his origin?”
Gloom looked at James with a stern expression and whispered ominously, “James, you shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. If that knowledge is meant for you, you’ll find out sooner or later.”
James shrugged and said, “I had a feeling you’d respond like this. Alright, I’m heading off.”
He turned around and left.
Gloom watched him leave before reentering the mansion.
“King.”
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