The man's narrow eyes naturally carried an aura of cold indifference, and because he occupied a high position and had traversed through power struggles and bloody storms, a slight change in his expression could bring about an absolute oppression.
Everyone could tell that his words were a warning, and no one dared to say anything more.
They were only surprised by Arnold's attitude towards Hannah, which didn't seem merely playful but rather as if he had truly taken a fancy to her.
As the crowd dispersed, only the fervent young man from before still had a look of reluctance on his face, and he even wanted to rush forward to exchange a few more words.
Arnold's expression turned completely cold, his eyes filled with a pre-storm momentum that could easily sweep away the decayed and withered. Yet his surface remained as unmovable as a mountain, and he coldly ordered, "Please escort him out."
