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Meanwhile, in a somewhat cold and desolate villa at Number 200, Aethelgard.
Black Panther looked at the content on his phone, then at the girl before him. She was trembling, yet still held her head high in defiance. A bloodthirsty sneer spread across his face.
"I told you to follow her and find an opportunity to turn her. Instead, you went and dug up dirt on her, then posted it on the campus network? Were you afraid people wouldn't find out? If another organization takes notice, are you trying to make me deal with you personally?"
Black Panther's voice was grim, and if one listened closely, they could hear the bloodlust within it.
The few men standing guard by the door trembled, silently mourning the girl in their hearts.
Someone like her, who had disobeyed the boss's orders, would surely be taken out on the spot.
They could already imagine the bloody scene that was about to unfold and couldn't help but shut their eyes, unable to watch.
