The Devan Group Guard

The largest bar in this area was Jemiah's Boot Bar Club.

Behind a massive hidden door, a strange figure stared solemnly at the projection before him.

He wore thick white fur, with heavy armor fitted over it.

Though the armor was made of metal, it looked surprisingly light.

His head of silver hair also lent him the weathered air of someone who had lived through many years.

His eyes were deeply sunken, as if he had heavy dark circles beneath them, or perhaps deliberately painted on black eyeshadow.

There was always a strange smile on his face, yet his eyes held an inescapable weariness born of passing years.

But the roguish smile that usually hung on his face was much fainter now.

"Have you found out this person's identity?"

A strange, amusing tone came from his mouth, as if speaking itself were a source of pleasure to him.

"Not yet, Master. It's only been a short time. We're currently accessing Xandar's database, but there's far too little information about this person. Even Xandar has barely any records on him."

"As for the others, we've already uncovered their identities!"

A person who looked very much like one of the guards knelt respectfully nearby as he spoke.

"Keep investigating!"

Yet as he spoke, a strange expression still surfaced on his face.

"Have Third Squad escort them all inside. They're the most honored guests, after all!!"

"Yes, Master."

The long-limbed subordinate hurriedly backed away, and despite it taking only a few sentences, sweat involuntarily beaded on his forehead.

It was as if he were facing a man-eating beast.

Only then did he tear his gaze away from the surveillance footage.

He had just been about to give another order when a glaring flash suddenly burst from the three-dimensional projection, followed by a powerful