"Damn it!"
"Seven days! I've been in Tijuana for seven days, is this how you treat your foreign guests?!!!"
The Iraqi Minister of Intelligence, Barzan, finally unleashed his built-up wrath, pointing at Goebbels and cursing vehemently, "I want to see Victor! Have him come to meet me!!!"
"I want to ask him, does he even understand diplomatic etiquette!!"
Slap!
Goebbels, raising his hand, directly stunned Barzan who was shorter than 1.7 meters, his half of the face swelling up instantly.
Awkward...
Just resorting to violence without agreement?
"Calm down, Mr. Barzan, Mr. Victor is quite busy right now," Goebbels said, twitching his eyelid with a semblance of a grin.
The anger in the eyes of the Iraqi turned clear in an instant.
The pain on his face brought him back to his senses immediately.
