Chapter 744

• Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty Four
• The early morning sun of City M was sharp and clinical, cutting through the steam of the breakfast spread in the high-security dining hall. Despite the luxury of the spread—prepared under the trembling, meticulous supervision of the Chief of Police—the atmosphere was that of a command center.
• John and the Scale General had stood like iron statues at the perimeter all night. To the world, they were high-ranking military elites; but in here without there junior, they were simply subordinates ensuring the National Guardian’s breakfast wasn't interrupted. Lucas sat at the head of the table, his movements calm and rhythmic as he ate. Beside him, Cassie leaned her head slightly against his shoulder, her pregnancy making her movements slower, more deliberate. Stephen Yates sat opposite them, nursing a coffee and looking like a man who hadn't slept, his mind already spinning through the diplomatic fallout of the Veyron collapse, he just cannot believe that another greedy elites is taken down easily like that, it makes him understand that greed is indeed a sin, a rotten part of flesh that had eaten deep into the body, and cutting the rotten part does not cure it.