"Destroy him?"
Spencer burst into laughter when he heard Johnny say that.
Johnny, legs crossed, was holding a whiskey bottle in one hand and resting the other on the back of the sofa, looking utterly indifferent.
Spencer leaned against the office desk and asked, "What do you plan to use to destroy him?"
The two men looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.
"Tell me, Johnny." Spencer walked behind Johnny, took another bottle from the cabinet, expertly popped the cork, added some ice cubes, and poured himself a drink.
"Are you planning to use an automatic rifle or a bomb, huh?" he said, sitting opposite Johnny with his drink in hand.
"You probably haven't heard, but six months ago, the former President of Libitelli couldn't kill him with a nuclear bomb," Spencer said.
Johnny pouted, nodded, and gestured for Spencer to continue.
