This was the top floor of a high-rise building.
In the corridor, fully armed soldiers dressed like Counter-Strike operatives patrolled with machine guns in hand and helmets on their heads.
The faint scent of blood wafting from them told everyone that they were not good people.
At that moment, Kakine Teitoku appeared there.
Carrying the unconscious Last Order, Kakine Teitoku ignored the soldiers around him, who had overreacted and aimed their guns at him, and arrived outside an operating room.
Pushing open the door, Kakine Teitoku was first met by a color that stabbed at his eyes.
It was the deep crimson of fresh blood.
Several soldiers lay around the room, covered in blood. They seemed to have been beaten to death alive and no longer showed any signs of life.
On the operating table sat Kihara Gouta, his body wrapped in bandages. His blood-dripping hands hanging at his sides told everyone who had inflicted such misery upon those soldiers.
Kakine Teitoku's expression did not change in the slightest at the sight. He merely said one thing.
"As a dying patient whose heart was shot only twelve hours ago, such strenuous activity would normally kill you."
The proof was that the bandages around Kihara Gouta had long since been stained red.
"Did losing to that new The Seventh deal you such a heavy blow?"
Kakine Teitoku spoke to Kihara Gouta in a bored voice, prompting Kihara Gouta to turn around.
His pale face held a pair of eyes filled with savagery and malice.
But before Kihara Gouta could offer his opinion, Kakine Teitoku tossed Last Order, whom he had been carrying, toward him.
"The target has been recovered. The rest is your job."
Hearing that, Kihara Gouta caught Last Order. As he looked at the sleeping girl lying in his