At an inconspicuous ventilation duct opening in the warehouse, the grille was silently removed.

A little girl in a white dress and neatly braided blonde hair slid out with stiff yet strangely deft movements.

Her skin was so fair that it seemed transparent in the dim light.

There was no expression on his face, and his big eyes, like glass beads, stared blankly ahead.

But as she breathed in more air with every step, her eyes became more lively and her movements became more natural!

She ignored the guards, who were even more stunned than when she first emerged from the pipe, and walked straight towards the huge water tank.

The guards let her approach the water tank as if they really didn't see her.

Her goals are clear.

In a specially isolated area at the bottom of the tank, there was a small piece of slightly pulsating lavender tissue cut from the main body of the jellyfish.

Next to it is a small sealed crystal bottle containing a few drops of 'Mirage Tears' that emit a dreamy halo.

The little girl stretched out her extremely pale little hand and penetrated the crystal wall of the water tank without any hindrance.

He gently picked up the pulsating tissue and the small crystal bottle, his movements as gentle as if he were plucking a delicate flower.

The moment she took the item away, the mirage sleeping in the water tank seemed to sense something.

The tentacles on the edge of the umbrella suddenly trembled violently, and a light purple mist that was much thicker than usual gushed out from its open clam shell!

The air in the entire warehouse instantly became sticky, filled with a sweet and dizzying aroma!

The dazed guards' bodies shook at the same time, and their eyes became even emptier.

However, his movements strangely accelerated, as if being pulled by an invisible string, and he began to move erratically and quickly in the warehouse, making muffled breathing sounds, as if searching for an intruder.

The little puppet girl ignored this and carefully put the tissue and tears into a hidden pocket of her dress.

Then he walked briskly and skipped towards the ventilation duct.

Her figure quickly disappeared into the dark pipe, leaving behind only the thick fog filling the warehouse and the guards running around like headless flies.

Hailan Pavilion, Guanlan Hall.

Just as the mirage tissue was taken away and the mist gushed out!

Mark, who was pretending to be friendly with Cole, felt his heart skip a beat!

A throbbing feeling from the depths of the soul came without warning!

The hand holding the wine glass trembled almost imperceptibly, and the wine swayed slightly.

The old pain in the forehead that had just subsided suddenly became sharper, as if it was stabbed by an ice needle!

"Hmm..." Mark groaned and subconsciously raised his hand to press his temple.

"Master Mark?" Cole was startled, thinking that he had not entertained him well enough or that there was something wrong with the wine, and stood up nervously.

Monica and Anna also immediately noticed something was wrong with Mark.

Xiao Mu in Monica's arms shrank suddenly, his pink body instantly tensed, and his three pairs of wings opened in response.

The colorful black light, holy light, and gray-blue necromancy magic on the surface of the body flashed violently and uncontrollably, making an extremely subtle buzzing sound, and the pink eyeballs looked vigilantly towards the west!

It was as if it sensed some kind of power fluctuation that made it instinctively alert!

"It's okay." Mark forced himself to suppress the throbbing and headache.

He put down his hand, his face pale, but his eyes were sharp as a knife. He looked at Cole, his tone carrying a barely perceptible coldness:

"I suddenly have a headache, an old one. President Cole, has anything 'special' happened in Anchor Bay recently? Especially...towards the west pier?"

Mark's gaze seemed to penetrate the gorgeous French windows and the walls of Hailan Pavilion, and pierced directly into the dark area in the west of the pier.

He had no intention of using any of his abilities to investigate matters related to this damn Haichao Chamber of Commerce.

Who would have thought that the two bites of oysters he ate would automatically activate the "Starlight Dream" of the [Forbidden Scripture].

He saw a monster being kept in a warehouse at the dock!

And if nothing unexpected happens, these addictive oysters are cultivated with the secretions of that monster!

"Bang!"

The valuable crystal wine glass in Cole's hand accidentally fell onto the polished silver plate, and the harsh sound of shattering broke the false harmony in the box.

The deep red wine splashed like blood, staining the white tablecloth and his instantly pale face.

He stood up suddenly, the chair legs scraping against the expensive wooden floor, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

In those eyes that tried hard to remain calm, there was now only an unconcealable huge fear as if they had seen a ghost!

How did Mark know that their Chamber of Commerce had special arrangements at the west pier?

How do you know that the "Blue Shell" warehouse will have new goods soon?

That is the most core secret of the Haichao Chamber of Commerce!

Even the most ruthless members of the Anchor Bay City Guard may not know the exact time!

“You…you…”

Cole's throat rolled and his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

A huge fear gripped him, and Mark's calm eyes seemed to have seen through him long ago!

He just felt that the Holy Knights came for that batch of "goods"!

They're finished!

The entire box was dead silent.

The managers from the Haichao Chamber of Commerce who came to drink together were pale and dared not breathe.

Anna's hand silently rested on the quiver under the table. The identification array quietly flowed in the depths of Monica's wine-red pupils, locking onto the violently fluctuating spiritual energy in Cole's body.

Enzo finally stopped chewing, his eyes flicking suspiciously between Cole and Mark, muttering, "Fuck, it's just a question, and you're freaking out and pissing your pants?"

Mark still maintained that slightly curious expression, as if he was just asking casually.

He looked at Cole's terrified look and sneered in his heart.

The bait was thrown out, and the sound of the fish biting the hook was louder than he expected.

"It seems that the president is not feeling well?"

Mark calmly picked up his glass and took a sip. "That's fine, we can talk about it another day. Thank you for the dinner."

He put down his wine glass and stood up slowly.

Cole woke up as if from a dream, and the huge fear was instantly replaced by an overwhelming chill.

He forced himself to hold on to the last bit of his rationality, his voice dry and hoarse, with a noticeable tremor: "Sir, please forgive me! I... I lost my composure for a moment! This... this wine... this food... please enjoy it slowly, sir! Please..."

"No need." Mark interrupted him, his tone calm but unquestionable, "We have things to do. Anna, Monica, Enzo, let's go."

He didn't even glance at Cole, whose face looked as pale as death, and walked straight out the door.

The party started well but ended badly, ending hastily in a suffocating panic and embarrassment.

Cole slumped in a messy chair, cold sweat soaking the back of his luxurious silk shirt.

Mark's last look and that light-hearted question were like a cold noose, tightly wrapped around his neck.

He just felt that if things went wrong, the Holy Knights who were now suppressing the traitors in Dragon Slaying City might turn around and come here to liquidate their Haichao Chamber of Commerce!