Their gazes met across a firewall, and the intensity that erupted was even more fierce than the fire itself.
Both involuntarily tensed their bodies, ever ready for battle.
"Enough, Queque, you can't be rude to guests, please put your superpower away."
A touch of reluctance flashed in Queque's eyes, yet he obediently complied, retracting the firewall.
The female voice in the room spoke again, "White Tiger Young Master, please understand. To evade the scrutiny of the national leader, we have staged a minor chaos to lead you here.
White Tiger Young Master might not know, but the relationship you thought was a cooperation, the national leader doesn't perceive so. Otherwise, he would not have poisoned you, and I wouldn't have come to find you.
If White Tiger Young Master is interested in what I have to say, I welcome you to join me inside and talk. If you don't trust me, feel free to leave. I won't stop you."
