Paradise Palace, Leader's Office.
The atmosphere is suffocatingly oppressive.
The gorilla woman leader sits on the huge massage chair, her body tense, her hands gripping the armrests tightly.
She desperately tries to calm herself: "Are you saying that 309 people just vanished into thin air like that?"
"Y...yes, l...leader," a tall female soldier answers, trembling, trying her best to avoid the leader's angry gaze.
At this moment, she's already scared pale, with the bodies of more than a dozen female soldiers stacked at her feet.
They were her companions who came to report the situation but couldn't leave this office alive.
The gorilla woman leader laughed, a sound more horrifying than nails on a chalkboard: "In other words, our 'guest' killed the guard and ran off with three hundred pretty but useless girls right under our noses?"
She paused, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly roared: "Now, tell me, did he, escape, or not!?"
