Mike was half-pressed against the wall on the eighteenth floor, holding his breath.
He listened to everything in the room quietly.
"But, sir, look at the murderer of Sir Caesar's death..."
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"Actually, for so many years, Caesar and I have been like father and son. I am also very surprised by his death. But the murderer responsible for this is not someone we can take revenge on, do you understand?"
"Could it be someone from the main hall?"
"No, the people from the main hall are not stupid enough to specially send people to assassinate our own people. At least for now, we are still considered our own people."
Mike started to slowly move to a corner of the window.
He could see the scene that was happening in the room.
He saw Zakaithus sitting upright on the sofa, and in front of him stood a character similar to that of a consultant of the Fierce Beast Hunting Union.
