Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Five
"Excellent, thank you all for your enthusiastic support. I can assure everyone that you will definitely not regret your decisions today!"
After all the interested forces signed the contract, the envoy put away that odd document.
"Hehe… Now, please continue to enjoy the ball tonight, I shall take my leave first."
Amidst a burst of eerie laughter, the envoy and his guards made their way directly to the exit of the venue.
At this moment, within the dance floor, numerous Professionals had collapsed into disarray, the short but intense sensory stimulation had left them completely in a state of bewildered consciousness.
The blood flowing from their wounds dyed the stage red, adding a thick sense of sinister oddity to the scene, as if it were an altar hosting some kind of evil ritual.
"This... Lord Shute, is it really right for us to cooperate with them?"
Witnessing this scene, Alisa's lips trembled, and she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
