"Who dared?!" The commander growled in a voice thick with anger, jaws clenched tightly.
"Weren't my orders about keeping this away from the public relayed to everyone?" He asked, turning to his assistant.
"It was, commander," his assistant replied firmly.
"Indeed, we had all received it," the woman affirmed. The other HS present also nodded, affirming his orders had well been delivered.
"Then who—" he was asking when something tugged at his memory—his last conversation with the leader of the Blind Fangs' organization.
The commander's forehead wrinkled. "That fool," he cursed.
"Take the boy to his room and allow him a good rest," he commanded. "You, follow me to the office to give a clearer report on this," he said, referring to the worker who had barged in to inform him of the situation.
Without another word, he stormed out, followed by his assistant and the worker.
