In the room, Fosse was sitting on the sofa. In front of him was a black suitcase.
His two bodyguards stood quietly in front of him with their hands behind their backs. Like the people outside, they did not say a word. They were like mutes.
However, the two people in front of him were worlds apart from the people outside.
This was because they had already reached C-class, and the people guarding outside were only E-class.
Looking at the black box in front of him, Fosse was excited, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.
Cautiously, Fosse opened the box.
Inside the box, it was filled with black foam, designed with a recessed center where a small, one-milliliter syringe lay quietly.
The lid of the box was also filled with black hard foam, but with a slight difference.
A pattern was laser-etched onto the foam.
A compass above, a square ruler below, and a large letter 'G' in the center.
