Kolev walked into the hall of the Black Devil Studio with his hands behind his back, moving leisurely.
"What a good mood." Looking at a group of scientists surrounding the central computer, Kolev's tone was as cold as the ice of November: "It seems that none of you have put me, Kolev, in your eyes. At this time, you still have the leisure to stay here and watch the news."
Upon hearing Kolev's voice, everyone in the studio who was intently watching the virtual screen suddenly turned their heads, only to see Kolev with a livid face and a cold smile at the corner of his mouth slowly walking through the door. Behind him, twenty armed personnel from the Kasi Youth Party carrying automatic rifles filed in one after another.
The faces of the scientists turned deathly pale. No one was foolish; just by listening to the tone in Kolev's voice, they knew that this butcher had come with ill intentions.
