"That stupid bitch doesn't know how to get anything done."
Mr. Colton cut his call with Linda and sneered at his phone before he threw it to the side. He was sitting behind a wide desk inside of a large office. There were two people opposite him.
One of them was Francis Colton, and he was sitting in a chair and facing his father with a worried expression on his face, and the other person was a tall man with white hair and black, expressionless eyes that were staring at the two Coltons with a hard gaze.
The tall man folded his hands and leaned back on the wall behind him as he waited to hear what Colton would say next. He had this calm, dangerous aura around him that made anyone who saw him immediately cautious to not cross his path.
"She couldn't do it? Didn't she say it would be easy?"
Francis spoke up worriedly as he heard his father what his father said after the call, and he began to wring his hands together as sweat formed on his forehead.
Mr. Colton sneered in anger.
"Don't remind me of that woman. She can't keep a husband, she can't keep her word. It's just something I should have expected from someone like her. I'll deal with her later if she still cannot complete the deal."
Mr. Colton turned to the tall man standing at the wall, and he felt a slight tremor shake his chest as he stared into the man's expressionless eyes. There was no denying that this man was dangerous, and anyone who thought differently would be stupid. Even someone like Mr. Colton, who was used to the dangerous side of the world, was surprised by the cold intensity that this man possessed.
He had the aura of a cold-blooded killer.
"Are you done with your alternative? Shall we talk reparation for my time wasted?"
The man spoke slowly and intentionally, every word sounded like a veiled threat, and Mr. Colton steadied himself and spoke up.
"You will be compensated generously, but I cannot trust that woman's ability to get rid of Mark Vanitas. I heard that your organization possessed special privileges that allowed you to carry out very specific requests."
The man shrugged as he turned his head to look out the window of the office. He gave no response, so Mr. Colton continued.
"My son is in danger. He is my child, my only child, and I refuse to lose him to one of those freaks of nature that have been emerging over the past few years. Money is no problem, but I want you to keep my son safe. However you do that is up to you, so long as your involvement is not discovered, then you are free to handle this however you wish."
The man only stared at Mr. Colton for a few moments longer. After some time, the silence was starting to become stifling, and Francis started trying to say something.
"I really need –"
The cold, expressionless eyes turned towards Francis, and Francis' words died a brutal death in his throat as his entire body shivered from the oppressive power behind those eyes. It felt like he was a rabbit standing in front of a tiger, and he immediately learned to control his tongue as he looked away from the tall man and bowed his head back down.
The tall man finally unfolded his hands and pushed off the wall.
"Fifty million and no interference. I'll handle your business if you give your word for these two incentives."
"Done."
Mr. Colton agreed very quickly as he didn't see the money as anything big. Fifty million dollars was something he would make in a month or less in this business, and he was more than capable of spending that much to ensure his son was safe. The tall man turned his attention to Francis again, and he showed no change in expression as he gave a couple of instructions.
"Continue going to class as normal and try to stay out of his way. I don't want there to be an altercation inside the school where I cannot protect you. Do you understand?"
"Y-Y… ahem! Yes. I understand."
Mr. Colton frowned at his son when he heard his voice breaking, and he decided he would need to teach the boy to have more of a backbone. Even in the face of such adversity, it is necessary to carry yourself with pride and confidence befitting of a Colton. If you show any form of weakness, then you will be trampled on and taken for a weakling.
The tall man showed no reaction as he walked out of the room. His footsteps made no sounds, and he walked with a stillness and coordination that betrayed his intense training in the art of espionage as he glided out of the room.
Once he was gone, Francis let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding and sighed. He used the back of his hand to wipe his sweat before he spoke to his father.
"Father, who was that man? Is he a superhuman as well?"
Mr. Colton shook his head.
"I don't know about him being a superhuman, but he is someone that you should never underestimate. Keep your distance from him and make sure you don't cross him in any of your interactions. Do you remember four years ago? The period when a large number of superhumans were going missing or ending up dead without the police finding out anything about the reason behind their death?"
Francis' eyes widened. He clearly remembered four years ago when this happened. That period was when superhumans started to emerge for the first time, and there were a lot of superhumans who ended up trying to solve problems for others.
Since powers are given to superhumans randomly, there were a lot of superhumans that turned out to be troublemakers, and they were causing issues in businesses and government organizations daily. Most of these superhumans were killed in the same way that shocked and surprised everyone.
There were no grievous wounds on their bodies, and they did not have any signs that showed they were in a serious battle. They died like regular people. A bullet to the forehead. The identity of the killer was unknown, and everyone in America just started to refer to him by a moniker.
The Superhuman killer.
"That's the superhuman killer!?"
Francis was shocked by this revelation! To think that he was in the same room with a living legend just a few minutes ago! He felt very stupid for trying to even talk to the man before! He could have died like a chicken if he stepped out of line!
Mr. Colton nodded.
"So just go to school and keep your head down for some time. As long as he is on the job, we can be assured that Mark Vanitas is as good as dead."
"Mmhh~"
A low moan escaped Aria's mouth as she turned around in bed and gently wrapped her hand around Mark's body subconsciously. Mark was already awake, and he was leaning his back on the headboard with one hand behind his head.
He was scrolling through his phone and trying to find out if there was any news about what happened on the island. But there wasn't anything new on the news, and Mark figured that the government must have blocked any reporters or news outlets from getting any information from the island raid.
What are they trying to do this time?