"I'm on my way now!" In the grandeur of his mansion, Glen slowly hung up the phone and commanded his underlings, "Fetch me information on someone named Frederick Lester." One henchman promptly replied, "Frederick Lester, twenty-five, a former seven-year veteran of the Northern Frontier, holds a high school diploma, and currently oversees a team in the sales department at Prospera Corporation." "Just small fry!" Glen scoffed disdainfully from his imposing throne. "The warrior clans have been too quiet for too long! We're no longer feared or respected. Tonight, we've lost five Savant Grandmasters; in response, I demand five thousand lives!" Another henchman chimed in. "Mr. Glen, I've recently taken in a mother and daughter with a vendetta against Frederick." "Bring them to me!" Soon after, someone led Marissa and Lucy into the hall, both disheveled and bruised. Dog leashes tethered the two. Since Charlie's death and Mr. Z's disappearance, they had lived in constant fear, ha
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