Inside Arclight's main branch of Suncrest, in a hidden underground facility, about 40 meters deep beneath the surface. Neil Croft stood bloodied, clad in an assassin's attire, gritting his teeth. Opposite to him stood three more of the assassins from Arclight.
With a dark gleam in his eyes, he lunged forward. He, who was once a fragile man, only good at paperwork, had been transformed from that to a ruthless killer, through torturous tests and near-death experience.
His life had been turned into a living hell, to say the least. The number of times he regretted agreeing to that blue-haired son of a bitch's stupid request could not be counted on one hand. So, the number of times he actually wanted to give up and die was also not small.
