The atmosphere inside the office tightened even further as Don Tornado kept his baton pointed at the seven mercenaries. His eyes were sharp, unblinking, and full of pressure that made the air feel heavier. Connor’s voice broke the silence, calm but absolute. “You heard me clearly. You have two minutes. If you don’t identify the second commander yourself, I will let your colleagues point you out. And believe me, you won’t like the outcome. It will lead you straight to your early grave. So speak up now.” Don Tornado stepped forward slightly, reinforcing the pressure. “You heard the Master. Don’t waste his time.” Connor leaned back slightly on the dragon-emblazoned chair, his gaze fixed on the line of men. “One minute has already passed.” The words hit like a hammer. A silent countdown began in the room. The mercenaries shifted uneasily. Even their hardened expressions started to crack under the weight of the silence. Caleb Draven stood still, but his jaw tightened. His e

Both men instantly shivered.The tension inside the office became even heavier after his warning.Marcus Blackwell and Travis Wolfe felt their hearts pounding wildly as Connor's cold gaze remained fixed on them.Connor leaned slightly forward in the dragon-emblazoned chair.Marcus swallowed hard before speaking respectfully.“Master... Reagan Storm is the absolute owner of oil wells across Numerica. He controls nearly all the refineries around the oil-producing states.”Travis quickly nodded.“His company is called Omega Oils. It's one of the largest oil groups in the entire country.”Connor's eyes narrowed slightly.“Headquartered where?”“Augustrio, Master,” Travis answered immediately. “But his major oil-producing state is Obisedia because it's one of the top oil-producing sites in Numerica.”A faint look of understanding appeared on Connor's face.“No wonder.”The room remained silent as he folded his arms.“So he sent all of you to destroy my expansion and restructuring project s

Minutes later, he was already inside his luxury suite.Night had fully settled over Caesaria, and the city lights glittered beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.Seated behind a sleek desk, he quietly studied the reports displayed on his high-tech laptop. Various charts, financial projections, construction reports, and security updates scrolled across the screen.His attention soon settled on one particular file.The damaged restructuring and expansion project site at Obisedia.Several photographs filled the screen. Destroyed equipment. Burned construction sections. Damaged logistics routes.Connor's eyes narrowed slightly.The losses were significant.However, his expression remained calm.“Tomorrow,” he murmured quietly, “I'll address the repairs issue.”His fingers tapped lightly against the desk.“After I summoned Lucien Varros and Jones Newton to my house.”He closed the report and leaned back in his chair.Far away, darkness swallowed the city.Hours later, morning quickl