"David Lawrence…"
Gray Cloak stared at the old man sitting at the conference table.
Gray Cloak said, "You just made it easy for us to find you."
Hearing the voice floating from the top of the conference table, the old man sitting at the table gently raised his head and looked at Gray Cloak with his turbid pupils.
"Your safe house is perfect. You don't need to worry about being disturbed when hiding here to discuss issues."
Hearing these words, Gray Cloak's face quickly became gloomy, and he lowered his voice dangerously.
"But you still found it."
There was a commotion at the conference table. Several people sitting next to the old man moved their chairs away from him, trying to increase their sense of security through the virtual distance.
The old man didn't pay attention to the small movements of these people. He looked at Gray Cloak, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, and spoke with a faint smile.
