"You... Who are you?"
Long Jia asked tremblingly, frost spreading all over his body, reaching his jaw.
Behind him, Oona's face was deathly pale, shaking continuously, and the high-ranking members of the Rote family were even more suspicious and held their breath, looking at the adversary.
"Me?"
The cold words fell, footsteps resumed.
The unfamiliar figure walked under everyone's gaze, wearing black leather boots.
Long leather coat, brown hair parted at three-seven length.
Looks like a Federation ethnic group, skin extremely pale, thin middle-aged face looks unusually stern.
"My name is Meister."
His eyes glanced around like ice blossoms, the silver-white frost completely turning Long Jia into an ice sculpture, unable to make a sound.
Wisps of cold air emanated from his body surface, his gaze finally set on Oona and the suspicious-looking Gordon within the frozen light screen.
"By the order of my master."
"Slay you all."
....
Buzz!
