125 Chapter 29.8 - Banquet

"Team Fox! Team Fox! ANSWER ME!"

Inside the same space filled with portals opening all around, the bulky man was shedding sweat.

As the urgency in the bulky man's voice intensified, he repeatedly attempted to establish contact with Team Fox, his fingers frantically tapping the microphone. But there was nothing but silence as the signal remained frustratingly broken.

"Team Fox! Respond, dammit!" he barked into the microphone, his eyes darting between the screens that displayed the ominous darkness within the room where the veiled figure stood.

"Czzzt….."

However, only a broken and disturbed signal came as a response, as if to mock him. He wondered, how did this happen?

Was there a jammer that would block their communication?

His face turned to the veiled figure, his eyes bloodshot. Had he been betrayed? He asked himself.

"It is not the Blackthorn Family."