"Quick, there's a big job!"
Shortly after, three formidable figures with different appearances arrived one after another.
"Boss, what's going on? Do we need to fight?"
The first to arrive and inquire was a fierce person with a body covered in numerous Magic Runes.
Spirit stayed silent, for in the next second, the remaining two had also arrived in succession.
One of them, with a bald head, had his clothes blowing in the wind, his hands behind his back, looked extremely elegant, giving off a strange sense of dizziness.
The other arrived ten seconds later, their approach marked by the sound of a gentle engine, being precisely delivered to the pair's side by several "micro" machines.
Micro machines detached and gathered behind the newcomer, who then said apologetically:
"There was a problem on the production line, that's why I'm late."
"It's fine; your side is the most important, and I didn't plan for you to make a move this time.
Ryan, share the intelligence with them."
