"Hmm?" The middle-aged man looked at the fruits and pastries on the table, his pupils constricting involuntarily, a trace of caution flashing in his eyes.
"Why are there fewer pastries and fruits? Could someone have stolen the offerings here?"
The middle-aged man asked, his eyes full of suspicion as he scanned the hall: "Who! Come out immediately!"
His voice was cold, mixed with a tinge of fear, as his conversation with the young man involved an earth-shattering secret, and if it were leaked, it could be fatal.
So there was no way the secret could get out.
"I've already noticed the dust left by your footprints. If you come out on your own and pledge allegiance to me, I might spare your life. But if I have to flush you out, don't be surprised if someone will cut you into pieces." The middle-aged man's voice was filled with ruthlessness, very intimidating, making one's heart tremble.
