Chapter 22: Secrets of Blackwynd.
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Arthur sat back in his chair, the soft hum of his computer filling the silence of the room. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his face, highlighting his sharp features as he scanned through pages of information about his family's businesses. It all seemed standard nothing that stood out or made his stomach churn with unease. Just the usual: real estate holdings, a few tech companies, agricultural investments, some research labs scattered across the globe. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He leaned forward, tapping his fingers against the desk, eyes narrowing. "Blackwynd Science Group," he muttered under his breath. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he dug deeper into the files.
It looked like another generic corporation, focused on genetic engineering and tech innovations. But something felt off. He scratched his head, frustration starting to seep in. "Fucking hell... even Cyborg's information is nothing much unless he's keeping things from me, which isn't unlikely."
His gaze flicked to his left, where Blade, his newly acquired shadow soldier, knelt on the floor. The figure was still, silent, his head bowed in submission.
Arthur's lips curled into a faint smirk, his thoughts drifting. "This is all because you can't speak," he muttered. "How can you be 'the Deathstroke', but only an elite knight rank shadow soldier? You're a shadow of what you once were, no pun intended."