Draco smiled and turned his gaze to a certain spot.
"I'm sure our friend has enjoyed enough of the show," he said.
"As expected of the person who dares to kill our young master," a strange laughter echoed from the building as five concealed, robed men walked out.
Jane, upon laying her eyes on the five men, turned a bit pale. It seemed she knew their identities. As expected of the Night Clan, they wouldn't take any risks when eliminating an opponent.
Draco looked at the five men and smiled. He could see the vast difference between their strength and that of the previous group of mercenaries.
"I think there's one more person who should come out," Draco said faintly, his gaze still fixed on the spot where the five concealed men had emerged.
Hahahaha!
"It looks like you aren't ordinary yourself, young man," an old man stepped forward from the shadows. He wore a deep black robe with the insignia of a dagger.
