Meanwhile, on his way to the company, Glenn received a new message. This time, it was a video. In the video, he finally saw his missing daughter after several days. However, in the footage… Sasha was crying continuously, her fair and delicate face looking much thinner, tears rolling down non-stop.
Watching her, Master Glenn’s heart ached, wishing he could rush over and help her wipe away the tears. Blood dripped onto her face, standing in a sea of corpses and blood in a white nightgown, resembling a child abandoned by the gods.
“Sasha!”
“Sasha! My Sasha is only three and a half years old! Sam… how dare you treat her like this!”
Filled with rage, the man’s once handsome face twisted into a grimace, his voice grinding like he wanted to devour someone. His daughter was so kind that she would mourn for half a day even when a goldfish died naturally, but Sam brought her down from the clouds to witness what hell truly was!
She was just a child! The assistant driving in the front seat was scared stiff, cold sweat dripping down his back. What had the CEO been hit with?
It sounded like it was about… Miss Sasha, no wonder he was like this.
“Master Glenn, please remain calm.”
“Not only do Mrs. Weaver and Miss Sasha need you, but the company cannot do without you. The more chaotic the moment, the more we need to remain calm, as you have said before.”
Glenn was on the verge of cursing out loud. Stay calm. As a father, seeing his daughter suffer such inhuman torture would drive anyone mad!
“Turn around!”
The CEO’s voice from the back seat was as cold as if winter had come early.
“Master Glenn, the second shareholders’ meeting is about to begin. Turning around at this time…”
It might not be appropriate.
Before those words could be spoken, the assistant received a sharp glare. “Are you the CEO or am I?”
“Ahem, of course, you are.”
“Quit the nonsense and head to the airport!”
He couldn’t wait for even a minute. Now! Immediately! He needed a ticket to Vrisa right away.
No matter how the assistant persuaded him that the risk was too great to go alone, Glenn was determined to make this trip. Helplessly, the assistant had to book a ticket for him half an hour later, and in this urgent half-hour, Glenn gave him a pile of documents to review quickly.
He would represent Glenn at the upcoming board meeting. Although the assistant had been with Glenn for five years and had attended countless meetings, could the board meeting be taken lightly? He had already foreseen how noisy the meeting room would be.
Four hours later, the flight landed at Jadence Airport.
While Akloit was already in sweater weather, Jadence felt like a steamer with its hot and humid air blowing uncomfortably on his face.
Taking off his suit jacket and draping it over his arm, Glenn walked out of the airport empty-handed. As the capital of Vrisa, Jadence combined traditional and modern styles, with skyscrapers visible alongside ancient buildings, reflecting the influence of Chulae culture.
It was noon, scorching hot as ever. Having just gotten off the plane, Glenn didn’t dare to linger for even a moment, immediately seeking out two local Chulae residents to ask for the location of the Chulae Embassy. Exchanging his Chulae resident ID and passport for a considerable amount of Vrisan currency.
Upon learning that he was heading to Crada, the embassy staff mistakenly thought Master Glenn was there for tourism and warned him specifically not to visit Dragon Serpent Isle. It was a famous snake island in Vrisa, where the snakes had become increasingly vicious, having bitten many people not long ago.
Glenn lightly thanked them for their kind reminder before boarding the flight to Crada. The lengthy coastline, numerous beautiful islands, and fine white beaches… made Crada a famous tourist city in the south of Vrisa. Dragon Serpent Isle is still a distance away from here, so to transfer from Crada to Dragon Serpent Isle, one must take a boat.
When the plane arrived in Crada, the neon lights were just coming on. Master Glenn walked through the streets, crisscrossed by neon lights like a sea, wearing a black suit and empty-handed, his steps hurried. He didn’t look like a local, nor did he look like a tourist; he seemed more like a lonely passerby. After casually choosing a hotel to stay in, a day of travel and fatigue did not make him relax; on the contrary… as soon as Glenn entered the room, he began planning the preparations before entering Dragon Serpent Isle.
The air on the island is hot and humid, so he needed to prepare food and fresh water, as well as a lighter and oil paper for starting a fire… Most importantly, there are many snakes on the island, so protective clothing, realgar, and antidote pills need to be purchased. Then there are bandages, red potion, alcohol, and band-aids for emergencies; finally, self-defense equipment: an Italian military knife, climbing rope, flashlight, military shovel, gun… Do what you can, and leave the rest to fate.
In a café in Yocmery, a tall, handsome man sat by the window, looking no more than thirty, wearing a high-end black suit that accentuated his cold and elegant unique temperament.
Passersby turned back one after another, while the man nonchalantly played with his coffee cup. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
Before long, a young man in a black suit walked in, and with a quick glance, he spotted Kelvin sitting by the window and headed in his direction. Tapping the table lightly with his fingers, he spoke in a Yocmery accent.
“Are you Mr. Foley who Mr. Murillo mentioned?”
“Yes, I’m Kelvin Foley. Mr. David.”
The young man with and ordinary features but particularly bright eyes is Uriel David. He was introduced to Kelvin by Gordon before coming to Yocmery Province. Urial used to be under Gordon’s command and only returned home after being injured in a combat mission.
His hometown is in Yocmery, where he became a police officer upon returning home. For the first three years, he worked as a drug enforcement officer on the border, but an unexpected incident eventually led him to step down from his most unforgettable battlefield. Now, Uriel has decided to return to the place he has been away from for three years.
The two remained silent for a few seconds, and ultimately, Kelvin spoke first. “Is Mr. David ready?”
“Yes.”
The voice was resolute. Kelvin trusted Gordon’s judgment; the people he selected were definitely not inferior.
“Well then, we will depart tomorrow. This process is full of danger, and I do not know what the future holds.”
“After you return home tonight, bid farewell to your family; we will depart tomorrow.”
“Okay.”