The night was quiet, but not the people gathered around the old-looking shack inside the dark forest. The place looked desolate, but in reality, it was a meeting place. Donovan threw his wine glass on the wooden wall, making the people around him shudder in fear.

“That bitch! Arrgh!” He stood up, pulled his wooden chair, and thwacked it on the floor, breaking it to pieces.

Everyone trembled in fear and fell on their knees aside from the two firm-bodied men who wore expressionless faces standing beside Donovan.

“How about the system? Did you get anything? Even a damn little piece of information about their plan or anything?!” He fumes,...