70 Golden Club (2)

Otto strolled back to the hotel in silence.

Though his expression was impassive, his eyes were slightly narrowed.

He fingered a small card in his hands.

In truth, despite his casual gait, it was impossible to find a single opening to attack.

His body and mind were on the highest alert, even as he continued to ponder the woman's words.

The fact that his conjecture that it was still possible to attack even in a safe zone was confirmed so quickly was alarming to Otto.

He didn't know if the attacker had used a special tool to attack, similar to the gavel he himself owned, or if there was another method of either circumventing or entirely ignoring the protection the <Tower > afforded Area 1 residents.

Either way, it didn't look like good news for him.

Danger began to slowly creep up around him.

Otto felt like he was embroiled in a deep conspiracy, somehow, the layers of which were still covered by a thick fog.