The Master's POV

“Sure. I'll be right there."

I ended the call and smiled to myself.

“You are right, André. I am about to end this.”

I slid my phone back into my pocket and headed to the main room. Five of my men stood there, waiting for me.

They all stood at attention and as walked in, they didn't even dare move.

“André thinks he can change the tide of the battle," I said, angrily, through my teeth. “Well, he is wrong. I will come out on top."

The room was deathly silent ...