Novel Bin Chapter 463 OPPOSITE AFTERNOON
He opened his Terminal, and the advertisement was still trending on [Cyberspace]. Alongside it, the first episode of [The Great War] was also trending. Both had mostly good reactions from the public.
Majority of the people were very supportive. Thinking that he fit the image of the brand. But, of course, there were others who thought that he didn\'t deserve such a big chance. A newcomer getting such a big break when some actors who were in this industry much longer than him couldn\'t even get a single advertisement.
Astrid could understand their sentiment, but that didn\'t mean he would agree with it. Because they were two totally different issues. What\'s the connection of him getting this advertisement to others not getting it? Was it because of the issue of unfairness? But that would only be appropriate in this scenario if he forcefully took this opportunity away from someone. Or if he made some transaction behind the scene to get it.
And that\'s not what happened at all. He got this advertisement, fair and square. Yes, there might be some help from Cassius Grimaldi. But if he did not pass the screen test, and he didn\'t show that he could carry this brand, there\'s no way the other would approve of him as their next ambassador.
Anyway, that was all done and over with. The result of this advertisement, whether it was really a success or not, would be known once the product went on sale. If didn\'t sell out, then he would accept that they were right, and he didn\'t deserve this advertisement at all.
But he\'s not worried at all. Since the first TV drama where he took part in as a regular cast member was also appearing at the same time as this campaign, it would definitely help boost his recognition among the public. Which would also, in turn, help with the sale of the product he\'s endorsing.
Then, a particular comment suddenly caught his eye.
[But where is Brother White? It\'s already been a day, and he still hadn\'t commented about Aster\'s ad. Did something happen to him?]
- [No! Brother White, please be safe! You\'re still going to be our fan club president!]
- [That\'s right! Where are you Brother White @astridsnumber1fan?]
- [Maybe he already decided to quit the fandom?]
- [There\'s no way that\'s possible. It\'s Brother White! We may quit the fandom, but he would never.]
- [Wait- do we already have a fandom name?]
Astrid stopped reading there. Reading comments looking for Wulfric, he once again realized that the other, or rather his fan account, was slowly becoming the core of his stably growing fandom. Would Wulfric really end up as the club president if ever an official fan club was made?
He shook his head at that amusing thought. The other must be very busy with his mission right now. He hoped that Wulfric wouldn\'t push himself too much and hurt himself.
He looked out of the car\'s window and whispered softly, "Please be careful, Wulf."
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And Wulfric, right now, was seriously considering pulling the trigger of his gun and just killing every bastard in this place.
He stood in the dimly lit warehouse, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and fear, and he could hear the sound of crying and moaning echoing off the walls. The sight of the people in cages, their faces filled with fear and desperation, filled him with rage.
The people in the cages were huddled together, their faces desperate and hopeless. They were men and women of all ages, but they all shared the same look of terror and sadness.
He clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. He couldn\'t afford to lose his cool, not here, not now. He had to stay focused on his objective. But as he walked down the rows of cages, his anger only grew with each step.
He stopped in front of one of the cages, his fists still clenched. The people inside looked up at him, their eyes filled with fear. When he saw a child, he almost cursed out loud.
The child couldn\'t have been more than six or seven years old and looked frail and frightened. His clothes were dirty and torn, and his face was streaked with tears. He could see the palpable fear in the child\'s eyes, evidence of just how much he had suffered.
These fucking bastards. Wulfric wasn\'t the kindest son of a bitch out there, but at least he wouldn\'t cross the line of his own humanity. Selling people, not that\'s definitely only inhumane fuckers could do.
He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. He knew that he couldn\'t let his emotions get the best of him, not here, not now. He had a job to do, and he had to stay focused. So, he took away his gaze from the people inside the cages. He turned around and then walked away.
This warehouse where they would transfer these \'goods\' from here to the place where they would be sold. And according to the information they had gathered, it would be held at some underground auction.
The members involved in this mission would be divided into two teams. One would intercept the transfer of the prisoners in the middle, while the other would remain here to do a secret arrest and interrogate all the people involved.
Wulfric was supposed to do be part of the first team. But now, after seeing, he just wanted to be part of the second team and break all the bones in the body of the good-for-nothing bastards who were involved in this.
It seemed that things would take much longer than he planned.
He already missed Aster just by thinking about it.