With a swish, the elevator doors opened again. By the time Madame Hydra returned to her office, someone was already waiting for her.
He was an exceptionally tall middle-aged man. His thick white hair was tied messily behind his head, hanging straight to the floor like a massive wolf's tail.
Even a black leather coat could not conceal the explosive lines of his muscles. He was built like an upright-walking giant bear.
His face was full of authority. Compared to The Mustache, he looked more like the leader of some great power, every movement radiating terrifying majesty.
"Romulus, you're here." She walked straight to her desk, pulled out several documents, glanced through them, and casually signed her name.
Of course, the name she signed now was not her real one, but "Root of Hatred," a title no one had ever heard before.
"I heard my ally was about to launch her grand plan, so I had to come have a look." Wolf King shrugged indifferently and picked up the eagle statuette from the desk, turning it over in his hand. "But your plan is merely about spreading hatred. Even if it succeeds, there won't be much joy in it."
Madame Hydra did not even raise her head. She clenched her fists. "Enjoyment is a sin. Until I have eliminated all my enemies, I will not be satisfied! Until I have avenged Hydra, I will be even less satisfied! Roman indulgence was the reason for its downfall. Do you still not understand?"
Romulus set the statuette back on the desk, folded his arms, and nodded.
"You're right, but... what does Rome have to do with me? I built it, just like building a house on an empty lot. Later, I decided to travel everywhere and abandoned the house. Someone picked it