Meanwhile, the moment Sei and the others reached the luxurious underground base, a cloud of strength-sapping pressure enveloped the golden-toned, large room. This caused even the commandos guarding the emperor-looking, old man sitting on a golden chair, to instantly go frigid. It was because Sei's current aura appeared to be arousing their natural instinct of fight or flight, or else, they might die without even knowing how.
Looking at the sweat on his men's foreheads as they gripped their guns, as though they already forgot that the blazing-cold man before them was his precious grandson, the old man who was as cold-looking as Sei cleared his throat, startling all his men to come back to their senses.
