Leitao nodded slightly. "Fine. Proceed as quickly as possible; do not delay my important business."
The arms dealer led Leitao through a series of twists and turns to a secluded basement. The space was as dim and gloomy as a haunted house, with flickering lights that seemed ready to extinguish at any moment. The room was cluttered with various scrap metal parts and dangerous-looking chemical reagent bottles. The air was thick with a pungent odor, as if someone had boiled a mixture of rotten eggs and gasoline.
Leitao surveyed the area and curled his lip. "This place is certainly 'luxurious.' I only hope your equipment isn't as shoddy as this environment."
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