The man in the Victorian suit stepped forward, his gaze cold as he looked at Isaac. "Hendrix Kingston of the Order of Sol. My pleasure..."
Immediately after that, a burst of spiritual energy emerged from Hendrix. Something flashed across Beefy Bob's eyes as he rubbed his wrist discreetly.
On the second floor, Evie frowned when she heard Hendrix's name. She hadn't expected Reddar Corporation to be working with the Order of Sol. No wonder they were so arrogant lately.
"If you don't fight, then I'll gladly spend the night with pretty Allegra here." Tristan laughed.
He turned to Allegra and asked, "Right, Allegra?"
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