"Looking for trouble? He'd have to be here first."
A fourth voice drifted lazily in from the doorway.
Qiongqi and Taotie both froze, immediately turning toward the sound.
The doors swung open, and a burly, well-built blond young man slowly walked in. Without the slightest reservation, he sat down beside Taowu and casually crossed his legs.
"Alex, who let you in?!"
Regretting that he had failed to set up a soundproof barrier in time, Qiongqi barked, "This is a supervisors' meeting. Only internal members of Star-Picking Tower are allowed to attend!"
"You were already out of line eavesdropping outside. How dare you walk straight in?"
"Am I an outsider?" Alex chuckled, though his gaze was as dark and cold as a venomous snake.
Clearly, the one controlling the body now was the split consciousness known as Hugh Bettman.
Qiongqi was left speechless by Hugh's retort, his gaze involuntarily falling on the mask hooked around the young man's fingertip.
It was a mask etched with swirling patterns across its surface, with no facial features and certainly no fangs.
Only an eyehole had been opened at the center of the vortex, allowing its wearer to see what lay ahead through the mask.
Although Taowu had never informed him or Taotie of this matter, judging by the other party's calm demeanor, Alex joining them was already a done deal and beyond dispute.
"If you're not an outsider, then are we the outsiders?" Taotie's mind did not turn as quickly as Qiongqi's, and he instinctively snapped back, "Get the hell out of here, or I'll hammer you out myself!"
"Oh, really?" Hugh showed not the slightest hint of fear in the face of Taotie's threat.
Instead, he directly pressed the mask in his hand onto his face and chuckled.
"You have masks. I have