All eyes were glued to the man who held the security guard's hand without fear. Slowly, their eyes opened wide as if they saw something unexpected.One man there noticed the person. He caught his breath and held it. “Wait, isn't he Dean Watson?”The guests froze instantly in their places. Some of their eyebrows rose high, while exchanging glances with each other. Whispers began to flow like waves. One of the women gulped and her mouth began to open. “The Dean Watson you're referring to... That Dean Watson, right?”With his head slightly tilted, the man nodded confidently. Even his jaw hardened as if it could not be shaken. “Yes, Dean Watson, the Commander who guards the northern region of Royota harbor.”The invited guests held their breath for a moment, their eyes rounded even more as they glanced at the Commander. They began to whisper whether the person in front of them was really Dean Watson.The man glanced at Dean Watson with admiring eyes. Slowly, his mouth opened. “Commander D

“Uncle Cole?” Andreas's eyebrows knitted together like threads, the tips bending downward. His lips curled downward, along with the disappointment he felt. His mind was like a tangle of threads trying to make sense of Cole's words, but the more he tried to unravel the more lost his mind became. “Why is Uncle Cole suddenly saying this?”Andreas pointed at Harvey's face with a sharp movement, breaking the air in front of him. His eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were emitting lightning, full of fury like a newly ignited fire. “He's a troublemaker? Why should I apologize to him?” Andreas' jaw hardened to say it. His voice trembled, full of pressure.Cole opened his eyes even wider, the anger and worry in his eyes becoming more and more implicit. With a nervous movement, he pulled Andreas to his feet. “You don't understand. Hurry up and apologize, damn nephew!”Andreas clenched his teeth even more, making his jaw hard to hold back his emotions. His heart was beating faster with bated brea

“I can tell you right now, Mr. General,” Rolland said with a fiery look of conviction in his eyes. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment and didn't want to delay it any longer.Harvey calmly turned to Jordan. Then he slightly nodded his head as a sign that this was going to be an intense conversation and Jordan should listen to him. Jordan with a faint smile nodded. He seemed to be ready for everything that Harvey and Rolland West were going to talk about.Harvey returned his attention to Rolland West. Harvey calmly rested his back against the back of the sofa. “Okay, tell me.”Rolland smiled, excitement stirring within him. He eagerly corrected his sitting position. “Very well, Mr. General.”Rolland prepared his disks to tell what was on his mind. He knew that if the person in front of him was a strategist, he would have an idea of one's weaknesses and strengths. In fact, for someone who had once managed a large military force, Harvey must be very experienced in dealing w

A voice emanated from the darkness, echoing faintly like a whisper that drew attention. “Michael... Michael!” The voice called out, hoarse and urgent, like a chill wind infiltrating the bones. Michael felt the skin on the back of his neck crawl, as if the darkness itself was trying to speak to him.“Uh...” Michael groaned as he sat up, as if what had just happened had been too much for him. He held his hand to his forehead, somehow still feeling a heavy pressure on his head that made him feel dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes, everything looked blurry and unclear. It was as if his vision was in water. With his hands, he rubbed his eyes so that he could see clearly.When Michael opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a large wall with one-way windows. He couldn't see anyone outside. His breath caught instantly, he stood up from there and looked around. The large room he stepped into was now a punishment isolation room. His chest immediately pounded and his eyes opened wide.“Dam

Jordan raised the paper cup to his lips, sipping slowly at the bitter liquid. His tongue stirred the strong flavor of the coffee, while his eyes remained glued to Tony lying on the floor. A faint smile appeared on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes - his gaze remained cold.His face slowly changed. The corners of his lips dropped slightly, and his left eyebrow raised, creating an expression filled with sarcasm. “Hm? You still want to be quiet, huh?” his voice was low, almost a whisper that dragged attention.Jordan stepped closer, his feet scraping the floor casually, creating an unhurried rhythm. The tip of his boot touched Tony's side, nudging him gently. But the body remained still, no response.Jordan let out a long sigh, the air coming out of his mouth heavily, like a weight being released but not completely relieved. His eyes narrowed, losing their previous sharp intensity, like fading embers. “Passed out already,” he muttered, more to himself. “Too bad.”Jordan stepped away