[Somewhere in the North]
"What?!" Dane growled as he sprung up from his seat, holding his phone in front of his ear tightly. "Who did you say it was?"
"Hera Cruel."
His eyes dilated as his pupils constricted. This couldn't be right.
"Everyone is dead," the other man continued with a jagged breath. "And the Interpol arrived shortly after. I was lucky I was able to escape."
"Ha ha…" Dane suddenly threw his phone to the wall, shattering it into pieces. He then slammed his hands on the desk, panting for air as his heart raged.
Hera Cruel sabotaged the shipments?
Dane almost laughed at the thought. "That useless Dragon…" he hissed, having this urge to beat Dragon to death for not doing a proper job. "Even after all the resources I've given him, he still couldn't stop her from getting back on track. Damn it!"
