"Boss, is there a problem?"
The underling at the door, hearing the silence from the training room, tentatively spoke up to ask.
But due to Abel's rule not to disturb his practice, no one dared to rashly barge in.
Leonard Churchill's hearing was exceptionally sharp; he could even hear the sound of the gun's bolt being pulled back.
Clearly, a large group of people had gathered at the door.
Yet he did not panic at all, and simply stuffed Abel's body into the Storage Ring, then walked over and directly opened the door.
"Click..."
As the heavy iron door swung open, he was met with the sight of over twenty tense Brotherhood members, each armed with knives and guns, as if facing a formidable enemy.
These people also saw the "Abel" with a fierce aura, and one by one they sighed in relief.
The disguise was flawless.
No one suspected a thing.
