"Little girl," Leslie Wrigley tried to make himself appear as harmless as possible. His tone was gentle, "It's the same question. I hope I could get some answers from you."
After all, Leslie had lived so many years. He had good control over his emotions and aura.
His eyes, initially exuding aggression, were now covered in a thin layer of apparent mercy.
At first glance, he seemed like a kind old man.
But, having been born and raised in the Dark City as a member of the Wrigley family and the alliance, it was impossible for him to be an old person filled with compassion.
He could only deceive people like Quinn Findley.
"What answers do you want?"
The girl's tone was crisp and cold, reminiscent of another person he knew.
At first taken aback, Leslie proceeded with his question. "I just want to know the way out."
Chloe bypassed him and looked at the people behind him. "Who brought you here?"
"This..." Leslie looked troubled.