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Angus had no idea that Mister Moore had been ordered to look for him, no idea in the world.

This man is still trying to kill him?! After he has taken out his entire family? How wicked can this man be?!

"Sir, it's a long process, but I am slowly getting close to it." Mister Moore says. "I will find him, I promise you that."

El Salvador hums as he stands up to his feet. He is wearing simple, but very expensive clothes.

His slippers are woven with gold threads and his Arabian robe is made from expensive silk.

The leader of the guards comes into the room, holding his gun behind him.

"Mister Moore…"

"Yes, my lord."

"Do you realize how long that I have sorted to end that bloodline?" He walks casually to the window, staring at the night sky.

Angus keeps his blood boiling on the inside of him. Staying still while he hears this man talk his nonsense has to be one of the hardest things that he has ever had to do.

He keeps his arms clasped in front of him to avoid them turning into fists
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