Ethan didn't pay any attention to the people around him.
Instead, he activated his stealth ability and moved toward the building across the way.
Silent as a shadow, he passed right by people without them noticing a thing.
The building ahead was both a storage facility for supplies and a resting place for members of the Black Hand Legion.
At that moment, Victor Cross was inside a spacious room. As the overseer of this compound, he was practically a warlord, living a life of debauchery and excess.
Before the world went to hell, he had been nothing more than a butcher at a slaughterhouse.
But after joining the Black Hand Legion, his ruthless nature had propelled him up the ranks to a supervisory position. His greatest weakness? His son.
Victor was a massive man, easily weighing over 220 pounds. He sat at a dining table piled high with freshly roasted meat, steam still rising from it.
