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Amos felt the words get stuck in his throat when the blindfold on his face was abruptly ripped off.
He thought they would never let him see where he was, or whom he was dealing with. After all, if his guess was right, the White Deer Corporation's employees certainly wouldn't want him to remember any of their faces.
In case he was able to identify them later, even if the White Deer itself wouldn't suffer, the same couldn't be said for that employee. As long as they were determined to take revenge regardless of the cost, that person was sure to suffer a disaster.
It only took a few moments for the hero's vision to adjust, and the man's profile in front of him became clear at a glance.
Middle-aged, unkempt, and with a slightly unhinged look in his eyes, the man didn't look like an employee of one of the big corporations at all. In fact, he resembled an escapee from an asylum instead, and the thought sent shivers down the hero's spine.
