The man with pale green hair smashed his fist onto the sturdy wooden table, sending splinters flying as his fist bled, but he seemed too lost in his rage to care.
"AAHH! Why! Why!!!"
Almost everything in the room was already in tatters as he had stormed through it in a rage.
"My hard work for all these years, gone just like that?! AHHHH!"
Blaise clutched his head tightly, almost pulling out several tufts of hair as he screamed in frustration.
His eyes were terrifyingly red, but they were not the eyes of a man in despair. They were the eyes of a wounded predator.
"That bastard definitely played me like a fiddle. He knew the royal family was protecting them but let me believe otherwise. But guess what, you fucking piece of shit, I'm not dead yet!"
The green haired man took several deep breaths to calm himself down. He knew he couldn't stay here for long.
