"Prosius? Prosius!" In the main conference room at the Gabriel Corporation headquarters, Wilson stared at the flickering figure of Prosius amidst the flames, letting out a roar of fury and disbelief.
The big boss of Gabriel felt as if his own flesh were being carved away; he trembled with rage. The death of Ophiuchus had already been a heavy blow to the corporation. Now, watching his hand-picked ace mercenary suffer such grievous, life-threatening wounds, how could Wilson not be filled with anger and heartache?
Yet, his frantic roar, transmitted across the ocean and thousands of miles to the border of Yundong, China, through the computer screen, had lost its potency. Prosius, blasted into the wreckage of an off-road vehicle, couldn't even hear Wilson’s bellowing.
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