Swift Sword was not stupid. He understood his predicament the moment he saw the communication device.
The implications of having a military communication device on him were many. And none of it was favorable to him.
Either he is related to the military or someone high up in the military. If it was a stolen device, it meant that their conversation would be recorded and shared.
All in all, it was bad.
Swift Sword bit his lips and dashed out of the basement a few seconds after Oliver left.
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Meanwhile, far away in a mansion within the city centre, a man was seething in anger.
He clutched the phone in his hand tightly until it crumbled into broken pieces.
Indra had just come out of the shower when he read the email.
His silvery white hair and smooth clear skin glowed under the bright sunlight falling through the window. His chiseled body and sharp jawline added to his handsomeness an ethereal touch.
At a glance, he looked like a god.
