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“Bogor…? Quite far away… Bogor… Bogor… It seems that one of my acquaintances also held his anniversary party in Bogor yesterday evening… By the way, what’s your friend’s name, Eriwan?” “Pierre… Pierre Zhaopardy… Do you know him, Uncle Hansen?” Erito pretended to frown his forehead. He instantly knew that was one of Mr. Hansen Huang’s tactics to ask him show his photos and prove that he was really at his friends’ anniversary party yesterday evening.

I answer swiftly with my handle. “Hotel, I need you to work with Tempest. Your hacker skills are the best on the payroll. This job needs your expertise and I need you to train Orpheus properly. He has talent, I need to refine the way Bear refined yours,” Fox says. Riley “Bear” MacCannon is an Irish ex-FBI agent who is a technological genius. He trained me on how to hack into any mainframe and how to put up impenetrable firewalls as well as quick fast acting viruses that allow me instant access. My training with him was computer security or at least that what’s Fox calls it for legal purposes.

He hurled the contents towards me, and instinctually, I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain from the wolfsbane to hit me but it never came. When I opened my eyes, Eren was standing before me defiantly, with hot steam coming from the side of his face where the wolfsbane burnt him like acid. His eyes reflected one of anger and disgust as he stared at the man. He didn't even seem in the slightest hurt by the burn of the wolfsbane. “Hunter!” Eren’s voice was a low growl, his grip on the man’s wrist tightening dangerously. A hunter? Here in New Jersey? Questions darted through my mind like fireflies in the night. How did they know that I was a werewolf?

Aria asked in a faltering voice, starting to nag. “H-He's Hugo, the Cursed One,” Mr. Baga replied in a voice that was still trembling. For a moment Aria stopped crying and looked at Mr. Baga through the rearview mirror above him. “How do you know that is Hugo the Cursed? I thought you were just a human!” Mr. Baga took a deep breath, his gaze glancing at the side mirror many times, making sure the man didn't follow them. “I am indeed human, miss,” Mr. Baga clarified. “But I know about your world.”

I watched him closely, the tension in his shoulders, the heaviness behind his silence and the way he sighed every two seconds. Something was off. “Eren?” I said gently, interlocking our fingers. “Where were you?” He looked at me. His eyes were haunted and empty. “I went on a rescue mission,we were able to locate the place thanks to Madison,” he said calmly. “At Birmingham docks. There were Hostages,mostly helpless women. It was… bad.” I waited. “But that wasn’t the worst part.” He leaned back, his fingers locking behind his neck, head tilted toward the ceiling.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

It was a young man, a junior reporter with a nervous smile and a shaking hand holding the cue cards. Julian stopped dead in his tracks. The godly appearance, the majestic hair, the carefully curated denim style,it all felt suddenly, violently foolish. The junior reporter looked up, his eyes widening as he realized the Ice King was staring directly at him. "M-Mr. Vane!" the boy stammered, thrusting the microphone forward. "A-a word for The Daily Blitz? I'm Toby, I'm filling in for....." "Where is she?" Julian's voice was a low, dangerous rasp that made the champagne flutes on a nearby tray rattle.

He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

Zobber, however, coldly snorted in response, expressing confidence that Finn was no match for her. Finn was so angry that his face turned red. Just as the two were about to clash, Black Robe slowly spoke up. "Zobber, the head of the Hacker Alliance's Zobers, indeed quite impressive," he said in a casual tone, capturing Zobber's attention. Zobber squinted and scrutinized the man. "It seems you know quite a bit about me. Why don't you introduce yourself? Who are you?" "Humph." Black Robe sneered. "You're just like her"

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.