The Dionysus Club was following me? To evade my senses, it had to be at least Mr. Bill's level of dominator. His heart tightened, but he did not panic too much.
In an instant, he pieced together the whole chain of events. The Dionysus Club had appeared to be lying low, but they had actually set their sights on him long ago. Perhaps they had started watching him on the day he was attacked.
The drunkards wanted to use him to find the president, while the president had anticipated this all along. Today's meeting was the president using him as bait.
The CBD had been chosen at dawn precisely because there were no residential buildings nearby. Even if a fight broke out, ordinary people would not be caught in the crossfire, so there was no need to worry about Moral Value dropping to zero.
"Are you still eating that steak?"
The president wearing half a silver mask suddenly pointed at the plate before Bill, where half a steak remained.
At a time like this, you still have the mood to care about steak? The little soul inside Mr. Bill roared, though outwardly he remained meek and submissive.
"N-No, I'm done."
The president nodded, picking up the plate with one hand and pressing the other onto Bill's shoulder.
Bill's vision blurred, and he found himself outside the restaurant. Looking around, he saw that the entire CBD was shrouded in darkness, as though someone had cut the power.
The president raised his head toward the rooftop of the office building across the street and said casually, "Are you the only Chaotic Dominator? Do you have any reinforcements? If you do, come out already. Dawn's almost here, and I need to bring breakfast home for my wife."
Bill hurriedly looked up and saw