I'M Not A Special Character
Meeting with Black Card

The one-story room was filled with tension. Cold sweat slowly poured from his face.

"I'm sorry. There are some obstacles when heading for the single headquarters so I have been presumptuous to make you wait." Arsiel gulps. Unknowingly his neck was getting lower.

The black card hardened its jaw, staring at the girl kneeling before him with displeased face water. He was very unhappy if there were members who did not appreciate the time.

"All right, I'm sorry just this time. Hurry up and sit down at your place and follow this meeting nicely." Black Card waved his hand, gesturing for Arsiel to immediately step aside and occupy the remaining seats.

Arsiel immediately got up, stepping a little faster towards the seat located not far from where Marchel was. After her body was in the perfect position, Arsiel immediately turned her gaze to look at Black Card, followed by the gazes of the other agents who began to focus each other's focus.

Silent moment. Black Card seemed to be deep in thought, even so no one dared to reprimand. Everything can only wait. At first glance they feel the same way, which is about a thin man who is holding back his anger.

"Are current generation agents not properly trained?"

Hearing the sentence that was thrown from Black Card's mouth suddenly made them stunned. Feeling between anger and resentment, or some sort of unexplainable feeling.

That sentence managed to bring their minds back a few years ago. The years when they run training are hard and very rigorous. They were trained in methods that were beyond reason and beyond their ability at the time. The days passed like hell.

Of course they get angry when Black Card says about the wrong behavior. Their rebellious hearts wanted to refute the remark, but fear managed to silence the mouth so as not to make a sound.

"Well, there's no way the training level is going down because I'm always watching. Then what exactly happened? Are you guys now idlers and take missions as a joke?" Black Card let out a heavy sigh, making the agents breath stop for a while.

"Agent A-03, Gold Card. It's been two or almost two years that you've been on the same mission. But why not give satisfactory results until now? I've got to give you a partner to complete the mission." Black Card stared intently at Marchel, causing the man beside Arsiel to freeze.

"Then you guys, Agents B-11 and B-15. You guys are worse than that bastard. I'm just giving you a very easy mission, but you guys took months to complete. Are you kidding me?" Black Card groaned slowly.

The remaining agents could only resignedly wait for their turn, but suddenly Black Card slammed the glass that had been held by him. The voice caused all the agents to be shocked at almost the same moment. They did not dare not flinch. Some even held their breath.

"You guys really piss me off." Black Card clenched his hand. The veins in some parts of his body began to protrude from behind the skin. His face looked crimson with a roar of hunting-sounding breath.

Not long after, Black Card calmed down. He brushed his face violently trying to control himself so as not to cross the line.

"All right, whatever! I'll give you guys a new mission. Then on this mission I don't want to hear any failures. The chances of the mission's success this time should not be below ninety percent." Black Card stood up from the throne, walking through the middle of a row of agents facing each other.

"If you fail, I'll guarantee you the death penalty is the right thing." The skinny man landed a threatening look at every agent who was nearby.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, Master. But isn't that punishment too much?" One of the male agents who did not come from the numbers raised an objection. I don't know what he's thinking right now, but all the attention is distracted, not least with Black Card itself.

"Did this bastard just talk to me?" Black Card looked at the origin of the sound. The gaze directed by Black Card was able to make the man's agent realize that he had made a very big mistake.

Black Card walked towards him with heavy strides. A moment flashed in the agent's mind to escape, but the fellow beside him clasped his wrist as he shook his head slowly as if he knew what he was lying about.

"I'm sorry. I sincerely hope Master gives me a little mercy." The agent bowed his body. His breathing began to be in an irregular tempo. The pounding heart managed to let out cold sweat on his face.

Black Card pulled the agent's hair violently, staring directly at the brown eyes of the mask hole.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with this son of a bitch?"