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XXXVII: Untold

Huxley was casually tapping his fingers on the table in front of the widescreen monitor inside the conference room, while casually drinking straight from the whiskey bottle with his other hand. The alcohol is half empty now.

The people surrounding him were very careful about how to approach him in the past hours after the attack because he looked like he could snap any minute and it somehow terrifies them since he rarely gets this impatient. The king on the other side went straight to his office without talking to anyone. He just wanted to be alone.

"How far were the cameras from the casino?" He asked, after another down of his drink.

"It's ten minutes away from the scene, boss," Travis tells him.