Cooper, who was resting his eyes, was almost asleep. In his drowsy state, he seemed to be dreaming. He dreamt that he was riding a runaway horse, galloping swiftly along the edge of a cliff, with thorns around him scratching lines of blood on his body.
In terror, he desperately tried to regain control of the reins and stop the horse, but no matter what he did, it only ran faster. When he turned his head, he found, to his horror, that Fatty was right behind him, grinning and stabbing the horse's rear with a knife...
A sudden and piercing phone ring startled Cooper awake. He looked at the continuously ringing special line phone with a strange expression, composed himself, and quickly picked up the receiver.
The caller was the leader of Ghost Fox, Carolina.
This woman, in her thirties, exuded a charming allure and matured like a ripe peach. The first thing that came through the call was her signature soft chuckle, "Lord Cooper, this time, you've really given me a good job."
