[In Space.]
"What?!!" The Young Master of the Xenon criminal empire—a figure of pampered arrogance—sat bolt upright in his command chair, gripping his phone until his knuckles were white.
"Both Voco and the Senator are dead? Is this a coincidence?!" he demanded, his frown deepening. He had trusted Voco with his money and the Senator with his political cover in the Star nation.
"Not a coincidence? Then find out who did it!!! No matter what happens, we must find them and take them down!" He snapped at the person on the other end, disconnecting the call with a trembling hand.
"What happened, Young Master?" the Xenon guard standing a few feet away asked, noticing the palpable worry radiating from his leader.
"Both Voco and the Senator were eliminated... The Mistress is probably dead too," he muttered, his gaze fixed on his expensive, now vibrating drink on the table.
BOOOOM!!
