Chapter 45

Santo Domingo, Arroyo District. Inside an ordinary villa with a private pool.

A white-haired man sat motionless, clad in a burgundy suit over a crisp white shirt. Three cybernetic eyes lined the right side of his face, giving him an unsettling, menacing appearance. Just sitting there in silence, he exuded a powerful pressure.

Arms crossed, he lounged against a poolside recliner, his gaze fixed on the figure submerged beneath the surface of the water—now littered with floating ice shards.