Inside a high human VIP box, the atmosphere was completely different from the clamor outside.
A middle aged man sat in the main seat.
His features were sharp, his gaze cold, and his attire luxurious but not ostentatious. On his finger, he wore a ring engraved with the Smith family crest. Seated beside him was a woman with a similarly cold expression; her eyes were even keener than the man's, as if no subtle change in expression could escape her observation.
Behind the two stood an elderly butler.
His hair was graying, his back ramrod straight, and both hands were clad in white gloves. The man was so quiet that he resembled a shadow within the room.
At this moment, the box door was gently pushed open.
Arnold walked in.
As the Shelter Lord of the First Shelter, Arnold was considered a figure standing at the pinnacle in the eyes of many players. However, upon entering, he slightly bowed his head and offered a salute to the man and woman.
