Holder's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness upon hearing Shankou Hongyi's words, and he said with a sneer, "No need for you to worry, Mr. Shankou. You should pay more attention to yourself when you have time."
"This doesn't require the Saint Heir's reminder; of course, I'll take care of myself. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I'll come over before the action begins."
Shankou Hongyi coldly smiled, said nothing else, stood up directly, turned, and walked towards the outside.
After Shankou Hongyi left, the others stood up one after another and took their leave from Holder. In a short time, the originally empty meeting room became even more desolate, leaving only Holder sitting in his place.
"Saint Heir, did you need me?"
After an unknown period, an elderly man dressed in priest's robes, with a cross around his neck and holding a Bible, walked in from outside.
"Bishop Billy, you're here."
