Theodore and Jacob showed clear signs of shock.
A few seconds later, Theodore threw his Mechanical Arms to the ground and swore.
Jacob’s eyes flashed as he gazed sharply at his surroundings.
“What did you say? Rodriar Guild? Who are you?”
However, Chen Xiaolian had already cut off the line of communication.
Talking too much here would create the risk of exposure.
Neither too little nor too much. That one sentence was sufficient.
Chen Xiaolian sat before the metal screen and a devious smile appeared on his face.
…
“The people from Rodriar Guild had already entered?”
Theodore spat and swore furiously. Then, he said in a hushed tone, “Son of a bitch! When did they get inside? How could they be even faster than us?”
Jacob narrowed his eyes but did not say anything.
“Who did Rodriar Guild send this time?”
Jacob broke his silence. After pondering for a moment, he said with a wry smile. “I know who. It’s that bastard who practices magic.”