Ryze glanced at the wall clock, then looked back at the audacious man who had just barged into his office, casually taken his seat, and propped both legs arrogantly atop the desk.
With a sigh of resignation, Ryze muttered, "We agreed to meet at nine. You're thirty minutes late. What, did you get stuck in traffic?"
The middle-aged man swept Ryze with a blade-sharp gaze, then turned toward the young man standing quietly beside him—Link.
After a long pause, he spoke in a cold voice, "I was actually planning to come another thirty minutes later… figured I'd show up just in time to collect your corpse. But damn, you're a tough old cockroach, Ryze. Still breathing, huh?"
"Cut the crap," Ryze snapped, spitting in his direction. Then he pushed Link forward. "This is Link, my top student. You'd better treat him well."
"Oh?"
