"Block it! Erase it from the meta net!" Julius slammed his fist into the table, breaking it into smithereens as he glared at the holograms ahead.
"Sir, we can't!" The four holograms in front of him bent down even further and pleaded.
"Aren't you the fucking owners of the platforms?" Julius' face twisted in rage.
"S-Sir, Dreamer is…." One of the four stuttered but didn't dare to continue. However, what he wanted to say was already conveyed.
Kacha!
With a single stomp, the floor under Julius cracked and the entire building began to shake violently.
Julius clenched his fists as veins popped up on his forehead.
'Dreamer this, Dreamer that, don't remind me of that guy! That fucker! He's still alive! How the fuck is he still alive?!'
Julius couldn't understand. He was sure that Dreamer took his last hit unarmed. Dreamer, no, Varian was set to die.
