chapter 127

The warehouse was silent except for the faint hum of machinery in the background, the kind that provided a constant, low-level buzz. The atmosphere felt tense as the subordinate made his way through the dimly lit space toward the desk where the mysterious man sat. The old building’s large windows were darkened, the heavy curtains blocking out any hint of the outside world.

The mysterious man sat behind a large wooden desk, its surface cluttered with papers and a few discreetly placed documents. The desk lamp’s light created a halo around his face, making the shadows dance as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers tented under his chin. His expression was one of calm control, though his eyes betrayed a glint of irritation as the subordinate approached.

“Boss,” the subordinate began, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m afraid I have bad news.”

The mysterious man’s gaze lifted slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the subordinate’s troubled expression. “Speak,” he said, h