After a while.
Seeing he couldn't change Angel's mind, Oleg finally gave up the argument, letting out a soft sigh.
After sighing, Oleg remained silent, seemingly contemplating something.
Angel noticed Oleg's change as well, understanding that the real discussion was probably about to begin; previously, it was merely superficial back and forth, as doing the groundwork couldn't achieve the essence.
To get to the essence, one must tear off the disguise.
This means the upcoming conversation might not be so peaceful…
As expected, when Oleg looked up again, the restraint in his previous expression had vanished, replaced by a coldness... an exceptionally deep coldness.
Earlier, he regarded Angel with some "courtesy," either out of consideration for Sipolov or Laplace, offering at least some face.
But now, he looked at Angel like a stranger... or even an annoying stranger, with no difference.
At the same time, a certain bloodthirstiness he had deliberately suppressed erupted forth.
