Chapter 42

"Mr. Cormac! Welcome aboard. I'm General Vasilev−"

After landing on Scholar Neopold, Cormac got off the plane, an icy wind hitting his firmly jawed face. His cold, emotionless, sharp-eyed look scrutinized all corners of the Broken Lands.

Cormac is obsessed with destruction and bloodshed. A cold-blooded killer who doesn't care who his victim is. He can kill or hunt for no reason.

"I know who you are. The Prime Minister explained it to me. What's happening here; Prime Minister Adonis knows how to be artful. I saw it in the air. Incredible movement." Cormac smiled faintly. Handed the suitcase into the hands of Vasilev's subordinates.

Vasilev orders his men to contain all of Cormac's supplies and luggage. They nodded swiftly and moved quickly.

Vasilev smirk. "Yeah, he's good at spotting opportunities. Volatile clouds have abundant natural wealth. It will never run out, even if it is a big one. I've been filling this place for almost three decades. This is a concentration camp. My army