"The worthless don't deserve to live in this world."
The delicate voice gradually grew louder, ringing with cold indifference and mockery.
Gleaming leather shoes stepped over the corpse on the floor and moved slowly toward the exit. The tall, straight-backed figure passed through a set of opulent doors.
"Dispose of it."
The men flanking the door immediately clasped their fists in salute and hurried into the room.
"Toad, we're short-handed right now. This will just scare everyone off," Centipede said, his voice filled with disapproval as he glanced at the weapon on Toad's hip.
Morale in the organization had been low lately. Some had started refusing their medication and were secretly practicing the Body Refining Boxing Technique. This was a huge blow to the Shadow Master's authority.
Before he could even finish, a gun was pressed against his head.
"Are you telling me how to do my job?"
