C32 The Storm Is Coming

Furman inhaled sharply, the realization hitting him like a cold wave – Apachicorp had crossed a powerful figure.

"God of Soldier, what exactly is required of me? May I inquire how Apachicorp has managed to offend you?" Furman asked, bowing deeply with cautious reverence.

Wood fixed his gaze on him: "Oh? Are you involved with Apachicorp?"

"No, absolutely not. To be frank