Chapter 214: I'll Make Sure He Doesn't Even Get a Grave

10 p.m., Office of Soarcloud Security Company, No. 197 Jerbin Road. More than a hundred people sat in neat rows inside the conference room. Every single security employee was there, not one missing. Standing before them was their current head instructor, Waylon Halenkamp. A huge sketch covered the blackboard. With only three fingers left on his right hand, Waylon gripped a marker and drew swiftly across the diagram while talking without pause. Next door, Miller Cutmore sat on a sofa, phone to...