"Who's there!"
Fabian Percival's heart turned cold, and his nerves tensed to the extreme.
The Five-lakes Clubhouse was heavily guarded; nearly all of his trusted confidants were stationed there.
There were all kinds of visible and hidden sentries outside, ensuring not even a bird could get in.
But now, someone had broken into the innermost resting room, and had even knocked out Elwood Thorneycroft without anyone noticing.
"Fabian Percival?"
A woman's voice slowly reached his ears, "Not bad, even with a knife to your throat, you're calm and collected, somewhat like a real hero."
No sooner had the voice faded than the knife at Fabian Percival's throat was gently moved away.
"Don't turn around! Or else, with one stroke of my sword, your death is certain!"
He was about to turn his head when he felt an intense chill on his back.
"Okay!"
Since the person showed no intention of killing him, Fabian Percival boldly turned his back and asked aloud, "May I inquire..."
