Another muscular hero murmured, running a large hand through his hair, his jaw tight.
"What should we do next?" The desperate question hung in the air, directed at no one and everyone.
Elbawar remained completely silent, clearly realizing that the caller's brazen threat about exposing the lab experiments—and their dark, twisted truths—would violently tip public opinion even further against them.
He looked at the others.
They looked back.
No one dared to speak.
"I will personally pay him an intimate visit," Elbawar finally stated, the deep, forced baritone of his voice terrifyingly firm. Clenching his fists tightly, he stared at the smoking phone, knowing he had to reach that man at any cost—especially since the bastard possessed a highly sensitive physical secret no one else ever should.
