"Who are you!"
Seeing a masked man in black stepping out from Fabian Percival's bedroom, Orren Beaumont instinctively put his hand on the hidden weapon box.
It was a critical time.
They had to be extremely cautious.
This was the Five-lakes Clubhouse, Fabian Percival's stronghold.
If a conflict arose here, no one would make it out alive.
"Kid, I advise you to put the hidden weapon box down," Devlin said, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing black gloves.
Under the mask, it was impossible to discern any expression on his face.
But with just those words, he made everyone feel a terrifying chill in the room.
"Stop playing your ghost tricks!"
Orren Beaumont swallowed, pointing the mouth of the hidden weapon box directly at Devlin, "Take off your mask!"
There were many capable employees of Fabian Percival, and the idea of staging a coup here made him uneasy.
