Gerard didn't speak for a while. He just stared at Fu Qian with a piercing gaze.
He had clearly brought people over in an imposing show of force, yet the other man's reaction was far too calm. It left him feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, the mask covered Fu Qian's face completely, leaving Gerard without the slightest emotional feedback and making him feel utterly powerless.
"Come with me."
After a long while, Gerard finally looked away and turned to lead the way. He didn't even ask Fu Qian to take off his mask.
It was clear that the death of an important figure in the group had put him under considerable pressure.
At Gerard's words, Gary and the others behind him quickly stepped forward and spread out around Fu Qian, afraid he might run off again and disappear.
Surrounded by them, Fu Qian once again arrived at the Siren Group's base.
Compared to when he had left last time, the atmosphere here was now far more solemn.
Not only were armed Transcendents everywhere, but the entry checks were also extremely strict.
Gerard said nothing as he stepped forward and showed his identification. Then he told the others to wait outside and took Fu Qian upstairs.
The elevator ride lasted much longer this time. When the doors silently opened, Fu Qian found himself outside a spacious, lavish office.
Gerard fixed his eyes on Fu Qian, signaling for him to step out, then respectfully went forward and knocked on the door.
There weren't many people in the spacious office. Aside from several beautiful secretaries, only a man with short, deep-blue hair stood there with his hands behind his back, gazing out the window.
Was this some kind of uniform pose for the group?
Fu Qian glanced at Gerard beside him. He remembered that