In a quiet and dark room, the werewolf commander could be seen sitting there. His expression kept on changing like he was making a decision, and eventually, he made his choice.
The next moment, light suddenly appeared in the room as the image of a pale skinned person appeared in front of him.
"Huh? Why would the renowned commander of the planet Kepler call me all of a sudden?" Jeffrey tilted his head and asked with a hint of irritation.
"Trust me, it took a lot of willpower for me to actually make this call. Anyway, I need someone dead." The commander said and Jeffrey raised his brows.
"Off all the people in the universe, you came to me to get someone killed? The death commander needs my help? I don't know if I should be flattered or annoyed." Jeffrey said in a mocking tone.
However, the commander was calm and said.