The aura was different from that of Glenn Hutchinson.
It was even more gloomy, indifferent, callous. Standing there, it gave off an intense oppression, as if it could suffocate someone at any moment.
Flossie Wright frowned, scrutinizing him closely.
She had never seen him before.
But a short while ago, they had clashed.
It was the sniper who had shot her dead.
"I'll come back later."
With a calm voice, upon seeing the "ambiguous" scene before him, the other party's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.
Yet, subtly, Flossie could still sense the fleeting mockery in his expression.
Obviously, he wasn't the kind-hearted sort.
"Close the door."
Glenn Hutchinson was equally calm.
The figure silently retreated.
At the same time, fulfilling Glenn Hutchinson's wish, he closed the door behind him.
However, the two with exceptional hearing still faintly caught the sound of the key turning.
Their expressions darkened instantly.
"Who is he?"
