The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 325: Dispose

The organization was indeed inhumane, even in their midst. They only looked forward to their goals, without caring for any casualties in their path.

Thinking of this, Arren clenched his fist again, becoming even more determined to end everything about their inhumane existence.

As they continued, with Spade leading them, the surroundings had not changed much. The gloomy interior and the almost oppressive atmosphere dawned on Arren, he wasn’t used to this sight at all.

With each step he took, his heart was getting heavier. He was anxious but also afraid. He really didn’t know what was going to happen. At that moment, as he stared at Spade’s back, Arren fully trusted his alpha with everything. And that included, his life.

Where they were headed, Spade also didn’t know. After all, he would only keep up with this act for so long as he didn’t plan to hide their identity until the end.

Fortunately for them, the underground base wasn’t as complicated, and it was easier to traverse even without any information beforehand.

Minutes passed as they again, encountered another batch of organization agents after entering another wide door. Unlike the hallways, it was much brighter inside, and there was full equipment for leisure, which revealed a lot about the room.

Again, Spade reported their squad upon entering. The organization’s agents didn’t relax their vigilance, though. It wasn’t that they were cautious in front of the newcomers, but that was only how they were trained during the mission.

The minute they accepted a mission, it was also the start of said mission. They were that strict.

The one at the side, with a much more robust figure even than Spade, spoke up. Although, in Arren’s eyes, he had too much muscles, which hurt his eyes, looking like a flesh of meat all over.

Of course, that wasn’t because he was biased. It was just purely based on his aesthetics.

"Batch D13, Codename Axel?" He asked, tone not much different from the earlier agent but with a deeper, almost scary baritone.

Spade merely nodded his head without saying anything, but that seemed to have already confirmed it for the other party. In a disguised operation, not saying too much was also part of the strategy that could not be discovered quickly.

"There’s a new mission." The robust man continued, "Escorting Duke Merphen."

As soon as he heard this name, Arren’s heart skipped a beat, and he almost clenched his hand again, which he barely held back. That damn old fox was also someone he loathed the most.

In his past life, he didn’t have many encounters with him. However, what he did this time, was enough for Arren to also wish for him a life much crueler than death.

A traitor.

Similarly, Spade didn’t have good feelings towards the old Duke. As one of the most wanted individuals in the empire. The Black Intel was doing their best to find him, but to no avail.

This wasn’t their fault, but this old traitor was in the organization base all along.

Spade’s eyes subtly narrowed, veiled by the mask on his face.

It took a lot on him not to charge him; the old score had not yet been paid, and there was another that was created in this life. However, he maintained his calm.

He responded with the same monotone voice to confirm the mission. His eyes then stared at an old man who appeared behind, surrounded by the robotic agents.

In the few months that he had not seen him, the old Duke seemed to look much older. Although he was really old, Duke Merphen always had the impression that he appeared much younger compared to his actual age.

He was now hunched, the wrinkles became more noticeable, and the area around his eyes was prominently bulging. He looked unlikely to be the old Duke that he knew.

Spade then had a realization as a small tug on the corner of his lips lifted. An ominous light then flickered in his eyes, staring at the old duke. All of his thoughts didn’t reflect on his outward appearance at all as he continued to stand firm in front of his ’squad’.

As for Arren, he was especially thankful that there was a mask to hide his expression, or else he would have become suspicious long ago. He was also much more stiff and began to only look at Spade’s back to help him in the situation.

"When can we go?" An annoyed voice of an old man resounded, the tone was unlike what Arren remembered.

It sounded as though he was losing his cool, or maybe also agitated and scared. This made Arren take a look at him again, disdain written in his eyes.

The almighty and arrogant Duke had fallen like this as well, huh? But that wasn’t enough. Looking at him, Arren’s violent tendencies were also itching to show themselves, but his desire to kill him was nowhere compared to how he felt toward the demon.

And so, he was still calm and even had the time to be happy at the Duke’s state.

No one looked at him, much less supported him, even though he was struggling to even lift himself with the cane.

"Now," the robust man answered. Not caring about Duke Merphen’s well-being, he commanded everyone to set out.

Surrounded by the agents, Duke Merphen didn’t look like a protected big shot at all but a criminal. At this, Arren was a bit baffled, but then he threw this at the back of his head.

He didn’t care at all.

Their group was at the tail end, with Duke Merphen in the middle, totally surrounded. They were so slow because of the old fox, but it was still within a tolerable range.

The more intense the battlefield outside, the higher the chance their plan would succeed, so, they were not in a hurry at all.

Arren was also curious as to where they were headed, or specifically, where the organization would bring the Duke. However, Arren knew it was not possible for them to arrive at their destination.

Outside of this secret path was their end.

However, Arren also didn’t notice something that Spade already did.

In the first place, even without their intervention, Duke Merphen was destined not to arrive at his so-called destination.

Duke Merphen never imagined, or he never wanted to think about this... the organization, or the leader didn’t need him anymore.

If one wasn’t needed, Of course, it was trash that needed to be disposed of.