"Hehe, there's no need to get tense, guys. The President was just bluffing you all."
Amidst the wary tones and suspicious glances exchanged between the werewolves, the laughter of a Caucasian male wearing sunglasses broke out, immediately lightening the tense atmosphere.
"At this moment, it seems apparent that we are not involved, the opponent might have somehow discovered the location of Entrance One in advance," the male commented nonchalantly, offering a calming look to the Tyrant after lightly patting him on the shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, the Tyrant realized his impulsiveness and the futility of his actions, particularly since they were causing division in the group.
Even if there's a mole in their group, they had no time to find them now. The opponents had already entered Sky City from Entrance Nine and they were still on their way to the entrance. Every single minute, every single second, was crucial now.
