(Thank you very much to 'Youcai Luobo,' 'Yuanzhe Wudi,' and 'Yunqi Qinggu' for their rewards!)
Inside the vast council hall of the Night Party Executive Department, a green-haired youth with aristocratic elegance and a silver-haired man resembling a butler sat and stood at the head of the round table respectively, radiating an unmistakable presence...
The sound of the hall doors opening echoed clearly through the vast space, yet the youth seemed to hear nothing. He continued sipping tea from his cup, one mouthful at a time, while only the butler-like man turned toward the entrance, his sharp gaze shooting in that direction.
Anyone who met the sharp gaze cast by that butler-like man would surely sense that he was no ordinary person.
Because there was a faint but discernible smell of blood about him.
Anyone with keen senses could detect it.
This was someone who had genuinely killed before!
Moreover, aside from the smell of blood, there was an immensely oppressive aura around him, telling others that he was not merely capable of killing—his methods of killing were undoubtedly formidable as well!
However, those with truly sharp senses should also have been able to detect a profoundly discordant feeling hidden beneath the bloodlust and pressure surrounding him.
That discordant feeling was as though he were a wolf wearing sheep's clothing!
Compared to that butler, who gave off so many unsettling impressions, the youth seated at the head of the round table and elegantly enjoying his black tea instead seemed like an ordinary person.
Of course, that was only how he appeared...
"My disti!" As though satisfied, the aristocratic youth slowly set down the teacup in his hand, rose to his feet, and turned toward the entrance, a sly smile appearing on his face.
"Wely palace!"
A palace?...
Did this man