Chapter 195: This Man's Life, Too!

Meanwhile. Inside a private club in Kerton, more than a dozen foreigners in mismatched attire sat around a massive round table of redwood. Precision instruments littered the tabletop alongside a thick dossier. If Atreus Lyson had been there, he would have recognized it at a glance. Printed boldly on the cover were high-definition photos of those three Shellfruit. At the head of the table sat a burly, middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. He tapped a finger lightly against the wood, his...