The phone rang.
Soon, a lazy voice was heard coming from the other end of the call. “Hello.”
A middle-aged man was seated in the office, and his name was Byron Wulf.
Byron was the deputy chief secretary of Internal Affairs and was ranked second among the figures of authority in Swallowston.
Daniel said, “Where’s the chief secretary?”
Upon hearing Daniel’s question, Byron said, “Who are you? Why do you want to speak to the chief secretary?”
This man was supposed to be the dignified deputy chief secretary, yet, he failed to recognize Daniel’s voice.
Daniel frowned upon the realization and said, “This is Daniel Summers—the representative of the Battle Warrior Department.”
“Ah, I see.”
Upon hearing Daniel’s self-introduction, Byron hastily chuckled and said, “It’s you huh, General Daniel. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your voice as we’ve never met in person.”
“I’d like to speak to the chief secretary.”
“The chief isn’t here,” Byron said, “You can speak to me if there’s anything t
