"What difference does my identity make to you? Whether I'm Andy or one of the Seven Mo Luo, as long as I can bring you sufficient benefits, that's all that matters, isn't it?"
The man in the suit and sunglasses took off his shades, revealing a pair of deep-set eyes.
His pupils were strange—a pale white. If you didn't look closely, you might even think he had no pupils at all, only the whites of his eyes. Being stared at by those eyes gave one a faint sense of bleak desolation, a chilling, hair-raising feeling.
"It seems you know me quite well."
Clad in pajamas and wearing a Bai Jiu mask, Reyn Morgan, the leader of the Baiyi Organization, let out a hearty laugh. He swirled the red wine in his glass and slowly rose from the luxurious sofa.
The smile on his face vanished in an instant, and an incredibly sharp glint flashed in his eyes beneath the mask.
BOOM!!!
A colossal magnetic field erupted from his body, expanding wildly.
