Chapter 167: And who the hell are you?

After the impact, the old man flew like a kite with its string cut, slammed into the private room's wall, and crashed to the floor amid shattered ceramic tiles. A large circular web of cracks marred the wall; the tiles in the center had already clattered down. The old man's chest was slick with blood. His face turned ghostly pale. He couldn't even lift a hand. Everyone looked to Gabriel Jauncy and found him standing there with the same calm expression. Even his clothes were spotless. Every face...