Beginning Containment Control with Umbrella

Soon.

Upon receiving William's instructions, Gabriel, Macha, and the Blood Ravens stationed there all left the Security Bureau's detention area.

The Elites no longer pretended to ignore William. After all, the three standing beside him—John and the others—were simply far too tall to overlook.

"Rrr..."

Some Elites even gripped the bars with both hands, staring fixedly at John and emitting their race's distinctive low growl, as if they wanted to fight him one-on-one.

William, however, kept both hands behind his back and slowly walked to the center, sweeping his gaze over the Elites locked in their cells.

In the end, William's gaze fell upon the Elite being held separately in front of him.

That Elite's face was covered in scars. On closer inspection, even the lower-right corner of his four-jawed mouth was missing a section. At a glance, he clearly looked like an Elite veteran.

Unlike the other Elites, this "veteran" was neither agitated nor displeased. He merely sat on the bed in his cell, observing William in turn.

"Heh heh."

Seeing this, William stepped forward with a smile, while Serena, Ivan, and John followed behind him.

"You must be the supreme commander who led the fleet to scout the colony belonging to us."

William put on his most amiable smile and calmly spoke those words to the unruffled "veteran" Elite.

In reality, through the information Macha had provided, William knew that the "veteran" Elite before him was the one wearing brown-gold armor.

But... pleasantries had to be exchanged, after all.

"..."

The Elite commander continued staring at William without saying a word.

It was not that he did not want to respond. He simply could not understand what William was saying at all.

"Ch'nak, wu..."

Just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward, Serena, standing beside William, suddenly