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The jaw of the sturdy man clenched tightly. It made a rather loud and terrifying sound accompanied by his piercing gaze. His hand tightly gripped a glass filled with thick red liquid.

Perhaps due to the pressure he felt, the glass eventually shattered, producing a cracking sound that made everyone in the room flinch.

However, no one dared to speak.

Only one voice reached the man's ears, the only thing that could save that person was mercy. Unfortunately, the owner of the room was not someone who enjoyed playing with mercy. He was known to be ruthless and brutal towards his enemies or those he deemed incompetent, earning him a reputation similar to the angel of death.

The glass shards seemed to have injured his palm, but he didn't care. The drops of blood that started to seep, moistening his work desk, were also disregarded. In his mind, there was only one name he wanted to destroy: Samuel.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, slamming the table.

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