Jeffery's offer

Three vehicles drove into the compound. The doors quickly opened, revealing ten rank 7 and a man who had curly brown hair, a well-trimmed beard, and wore a black suit came down.

"Wait." He said while adjusting his glasses. 

His brows rose when Derek closed his hands further, causing more than ten soldiers to fall to the ground, lacking all signs of life.

Jeffrey's brown eyes dilated as he scrutinized the man standing before a small group majorly made up of powerful women.

The icy aura emanating from this man was deeper than any saint he ever met, but his aura wasn't above rank 7.

A few meters away was the corpse of his slutty sister. Well, he wasn't shocked that she was killed because of her lust for a man.

"I presume you're silver?" Derek's affirmative gesture proved he wasn't wrong.