Finding the public location of Fredric Black was not as difficult as Fenrir had expected.
As an 'S' class ranker, Fredric was someone constantly under watch—whether for protection or out of fear.
His movements, scheduled appearances, and even the buildings he frequented were all documented, either by fanatics or those too cautious to cross him unknowingly.
Fenrir followed that trail with ease.
The moment he reached the towering glass-fronted business building that bore the name "Black Corporation," he knew he was in the right place.
It was sleek, modern, and fortified—an edifice of power and money.
He stepped through the automatic doors into a spotless lobby, the cool hum of air-conditioning and the scent of luxury instantly hitting him.
Before he could get far, however, a pair of uniformed security guards stepped in front of him.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have an appointment?"
One of them asked with polite firmness.
"I'm here to meet Fredric Black. I'm his brother."
