"Oh dear, this is really something," Xie Lian muttered as his hand unconsciously moved towards his back. Although as a Sequence 4, he had some ability to resist bullets, it wasn't absolutely safe.
Surrounded by these armed men in red and black jackets, Yalian stepped forward slowly, thinking about how to defuse the situation and then make a getaway. Tilan, standing slightly behind, adjusted the brim of his hat, while Efnie frowned, seemingly disliking this kind of overt and arrogant way of greeting—moreover, just looking at the man opposite them with his full beard, he seemed to be in his thirties or forties, probably about the same age as her father.
"Sorry, I refuse," Efnie stated. She wasn't the kind of girl who got easily intimidated by such a display—she had even seen more outrageous scenes among the wealthy.
"Ah, so you're just going to refuse, huh?" The man opposite her still appeared confident.
