Chapter 97

The night grew darker, and the light drizzle turned into a heavy downpour. Rain hammered against the windows, creating a rhythmic tapping sound. Inside the lavishly decorated room, the crystal chandelier cast a cold glow, illuminating the dark-themed oil paintings on the walls. The whole place had an eerie vibe, like the air itself was too thick to breathe. The man sat on the couch with his legs crossed, casually swirling the red wine in his crystal goblet, the smile on his lips not reaching his eyes. A man dressed in black stepped into the room, carrying a sniper rifle case. He paused, glanced down at his soaked shoes, and frowned before quickly backing out. Two wet footprints were left on the expensive Persian rug. Whether it was rain or sweat, a droplet slipped down from the tip of the man's nose. Gulping nervously, he said, "Boss, I failed the mission." The man lifted his gaze lazily. His sharp, fox-like eyes were laced with amusement. "Tristan took out a dozen of our elite guys by