The Charisma of A Clan Descendant

In the boardroom of the Red Sea Lab Headquarters, a round table discussion between two groups was interrupted by a loud knock on the locked door of fortified glass.

One of the directors of the company, looking annoyed, leaned into the intercom and yelled at the secretary outside.

"Didn't you hear me when I said nobody is to disturb the meeting?! Get them outta here, whoever it is."

The yelling didn't seem to work, because a louder, more threatening knock on the door rang out seconds later, powerful enough to silence the intense discussions in the room. Cautious gazes flickered among the participants, silent communications flowed like the wind.

That had to be an act of superhuman strength. The intruder was no ordinary person; close to Rank-1 at least. This understanding came with heavy implications.