On top of Pantheon HQ.
Vincent slammed his desk in frustration. The impact echoed through the room, rattling the items on his desk.
His face twisted with anger, and his eyes burned with fury as he glared at the massacre unfolding on the monitors before him.
"What's happening? Why can't you stop a single mercenary?" Vincent roared over the phone, scolding his security team.
Pantheon HQ had its own private army for situations like this, but now his security was telling him they couldn't stop the attacker because he was just too strong.
He watched the footage more closely and finally understood what was happening.
The attacker had at least a Diamond or maybe even the Black Rank by mercenary standards.
Mercenaries of this caliber could only be found only in Tier 1 cities, and each one was a prideful and egotistic individual, beyond even Vincent's status to hire.
