Or...
Is it this black panther?
She shifted her gaze back to the giant black panther.
It was nearly six meters long and over two meters tall at the shoulder.
Its breathing was heavy, nostrils constantly exhaling white vapor, its chest heaving violently.
It also bore several fresh wounds, fur turned up, skin torn open.
Though half-mad and hazy in consciousness, its eyes still carried deep apprehension when looking at Caleb Shaw.
And Caleb Shaw, even while injured, stood impeccably straight.
His expression was as cold as ice.
"This is my adjutant," Caleb Shaw finally spoke, "He had an accident while on a mission, suffered mental breakdown. I request you to calm him down."
Selene Kane almost rolled her eyes.
She nearly wanted to curse aloud in her heart.
I absolutely can't do that!
If I pretend to agree to it.
Only to reveal during the calming process that I can't suppress an S-level mental breakdown.
I might be suspected, controlled, or even deemed a traitor on the spot.
