"That damn Ye Chen! He makes me furious."
Bote was mopping the corridor when he saw Ye Chen's wanted poster on the wall. He was so angry he burst into curses.
Thanks to Ye Chen, Bote had disgraced the Marines. He had been demoted to sergeant and ordered to clean the base for a month to reflect on his actions.
"Excuse me, has Ye Chen been here?"
Someone approached from the other end of the corridor. He spoke politely, though his voice was cold. Bote was still fuming. Without even looking up, he snorted. "Hmph. Who are you? Is that any way to ask someone a question?"
"What should I do instead? Kill you?"
The man's voice turned colder still, without a trace of feeling.
A chill ran through Bote. He hurriedly looked up, then stumbled back several steps at the sight of the man. His legs shook uncontrollably. "Who are you?"
The newcomer wore a black suit. His sharply sculpted face was dark, his gaze icy, and his thick eyebrows swept toward his temples like Scythes. He stood before Bote like a corpse, staring at him coldly. He was like a beast about to break out of its cage, ready to pounce and tear Bote to pieces.
"Rob Lucci."
The man in black gave the name flatly.
Bote crumpled to the floor like a heap of mud.
Lucci had not officially joined CP9 yet, but his name had already spread throughout the Marines. He was a cold-blooded, ruthless killer of extraordinary strength.
Now that Lucci stood before him, Bote knew the rumors had to be true. The man was young, but the pressure he gave off was enough to suffocate anyone.
Bote scrambled shakily to his feet. He was about to take Lucci to the base office and receive