The masked man was horrified. The impact from earlier had knocked his hood back, leaving his face completely exposed. And in his eyes — clear, unmistakable shock.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself up to his feet. With trembling fingers, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small locket, quickly fastening it around his neck.
"Oh? You brought an armor as well," Derek said confidently.
But for a brief moment, a flicker of concern crossed his eyes.
The man didn't reply. 'We can't let him walk away alive. He's seen my face, and the young master is involved as well. His reputation will be ruined if this situation isn't handled immediately… That boy is just a cultivator. With this armor, killing him should be easy.' He mapped out his plan in his head, thinking through how to deal with Derek swiftly.
Seeing the man activate the armor, Frederick finally breathed a sigh of relief again.
