Someone had broken into Harris's secret hideout on the outskirts of South Los!
The new head of Mouse Tail Alley had not only chosen his secret hideout with great care, but also set up two Mystic Art alarms.
Each was extremely well hidden and linked to his mind.
After all, there was more than just two chests of gold in there.
There were also the Mystic Art documents he had inherited and spent his entire life studying.
That was why he had been so cautious.
In fact, those documents were the very reason he had embezzled the two chests of gold.
Now that the alarms had been triggered, someone had crossed Harris's deepest line-the new head of Mouse Tail Alley stared at the Blood Clan member beside him with unprecedented ferocity.
Because the moment the alarms were triggered, he had "seen" the intruder.
Though he could not make out the face, the scarlet eyes had been perfectly clear.
Everyone knew that only members of the Blood Clan had scarlet eyes.
Coupled with Arthur's hoarse, desperate shout just now, this set the new head of Mouse Tail Alley's mind racing.
After all, Arthur's tone just now had hardly sounded like he was addressing an equal partner.
Instead, it sounded as though he was reprimanding a subordinate.
Then...
Could the Blood Clan member beside me be no true member at all, but a disguised high-ranking Blood Descendant?
Could the real Blood Clan member have obtained information about me from that damned Medium, deduced something, then secretly watched me and found my hideout?
Was this the source of the vague unease I felt earlier?
These suspicions sent murderous intent surging through the new head of Mouse Tail Alley's eyes, and he commanded in a low voice-
"Take off your hood!"
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