Time shifted back a little.
Just minutes before.
The imposing Lance, accompanied by the wiry and sleazy Heit, stepped into the Black Gold Association's house.
Once inside, Lance noticed the house was eerily quiet, as if no one was there.
"Hmm?" Lance was puzzled because normally the house was bustling, filled with people carrying titles like Vice Group Leader, Group Leader, and Sub-Minister, and also included newly recruited members. Only the innermost room—the esteemed resting place of Winkle Chairman—would be somewhat quieter.
So today was...
Lance, with a frown, continued forward with Heit. As they walked, Heit suddenly tugged at Lance and pointed with a trembling finger to one side.
