“What the hell happened, Mr. Black? Why do I have to suddenly stoop down to fight that hick?!”
The shout filled with frustration came from none other than Viper, who was following behind “Black Wizard”, Red Magic’s captain, back to his office on the eighth floor of the headquarters. The face of the leader was still void of emotion.
“Because the president told you to.”
He flatly replied. The person behind him did not give up, however. He rushed his footsteps until he caught up with him.
“Then why did the president suddenly give me that order? I don’t understand at all.”
Black only sighed, not offering any more answers. He pushed open the door to his personal office and stepped inside. The room contained a moderate size office table, with a laptop on it, a shelf filled with numerous trophies, a wide-screen T.V. in the corner, and a small coffee table that could comfortably host three to four people, although there was no one else here right now.