Chapter 740

After being shown in, Ken’ichirō was quickly brought before Slider.

“Vice President of Arasaka North America, the man whose slightest whim can turn the corporate battlefield into a blood-soaked storm, the one whose very name makes Militech’s brass lose sleep… and yet here you are, stooping to visit a blind man in a rotting safehouse.”

Slider’s voice was hoarse and grating, like metal sandpaper on rust. Every word carried a deliberate mockery.