Chapter 45 The One-Bullet Game

A man stood with his back to the door, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was tall, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue captain's uniform, the gold braid on his epaulets marking his rank.

At the sound of the door opening, he slowly turned around.

He looked to be in his fifties, his hair perfectly groomed, his face chiseled by years at sea. His blue eyes were startlingly sharp, and his lips h