Sebastian Swinton's eyes bulged.
Ever since he arrived at Moer Sect, it seemed that his ears had become somewhat less reliable.
He was always hearing some unthinkable things.
"Is something wrong with Tobias Perkins?"
Sebastian asked subconsciously.
"Mr. Perkins is alright," Len responded, "We prefer to avoid trouble so we kindly suggest that you leave."
Sebastian grew more dissatisfied.
"Oh, so in the event of my brother's crisis, you want me to leave first. What do you take me for?"
Sebastian resumed his position, sitting back down.
"Today, I really don't feel like leaving. If I can't see Tobias Perkins, then I won't leave."
"You would do well to treat me well. Any slight discomfort, I'll bring you trouble."
Sebastian put on a very dogged appearance.
Len could do nothing about Sebastian, he sighed, and said, "You can stay here, and I can also bring Mr. Perkins, but you need to leave this place quickly and stop meddling with the affairs of Moer Sect."