I Brought Their Misery

Both Keagan and the man froze. They turned in a direction and saw three men standing steps away from them. The right-hand man was a scrawny middle-aged man with a dubious smile, while the left-hand man looked like a popular actor. The most handsome among them—one in the middle—was even walking with his phone at hand. 

Along with an impatient growl, Lev glared at the man. "Oleg, let her go. Otherwise, the Orpheus will tear you down. I won't warn you again."

The man Lev called Oleg glanced at Keagan before looking at Lev again. "Using the Orpheus to threaten me and save civilians? I can't believe you've fallen this far down. Can't you use your own body now? Orpheus this, Orpheus that. She even claimed to know who those people are.

"To think about it…" Oleg looked at Keagan's resentful expression. He pulled a corner of his lips and chuckled. "Why don't you threaten me with their names, little girl? If you succeed—"