Velazquez Building, Nakis Countermeasure Group Meeting Hall.
Kale Stan hurried through the corridor, his personal communication device had been blown up with inquiries. Everyone was questioning him, the security chief, berating him for his dereliction of duty. Among them were some of his own superiors.
In normal times, Kale wouldn't dare confront these executives with a thousand guts, always treating them amicably.
But now the situation was different. With Young Master Andrew personally presiding, Kale could only retort irritably.
For Velazquez, they were in an extremely difficult time.
He arrived at the door of the meeting hall. No soundproofing could block out the arguments and clamor for him, a veteran elite of the Zeta Rank, who could hear it from a distance.
"I've been here for five hours already, and you haven't come up with a suitable plan!"
