The person he addressed as "Sir" was clad in a black robe, his face obscured by a grotesque and menacing mask.
Even though his true face remained hidden, just standing before him made everyone feel an oppressive pressure.
They struggled to breathe under his presence, not daring to speak carelessly.
At that moment, a young man standing by a window suddenly let out a disdainful snort.
"Such a simple and obvious truth, and yet you still can't see it? You actually need the leader's opinion?"
Before the subordinate could respond, the young man turned to the leader and continued, "I told you before—there was no need to bring them along. They're useless to us, just dead weight."
The young man's tone was filled with arrogance, and his eyes held undisguised contempt for the Master's subordinates.
Yet, strangely enough, none of them showed anger.
Instead, they remained silent.
The masked figure let out a light chuckle.
