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"Smack...!"
"What the hell? What did you just say?" Miles Blackwood yelled as he slapped the lackey who brought him the news.
"Yes, I'm sure the news is true," the lackey replied, kneeling in fear.
"Utterly useless fools! How many of you are even left?" he cursed again, then turned to the lackey and asked.
"After they arrested three leaders, the rest of the group scattered. A few lucky ones managed to escape and went into hiding, while the others were caught by the Officer. Only ten of us are left, Boss!" the lackey trembled as he spoke, revealing Miles' increasing anger.
"How did this happen?" Miles roared.
"Clash...!"
The table and pot in front of him shattered into pieces, consumed by his fury.
"Leave," Miles barked at the lackey, who hurriedly exited the room.
