Ranfald.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Zeth gently stroked the gun in his hand, feeling the cold metallic texture under his fingertips.
His gaze pierced through the glass as he slightly raised his arm, aligning the gun with his line of sight. He squinted, looking through the barrel at a distant, blurry point of light, as if aiming at an invisible enemy.
His finger instinctively rested lightly on the trigger, trembling rhythmically, as if it might pull any second.
"Boss Bentley, the plan over in Yvonia has been implemented," a man in a black suit reported, head bowed.
Zeth put away the gun, a sly smile curling at his lips. "Very good. I can't wait to see the expression on Cyril's face. It must be interesting."
At this moment, Zeth shed his usual gentleness, revealing his fu
