Lord finally snapped back from the pain, and his mind began to turn.
Yes!
No sound!
No explosion!
Why!?
Just now it was still...
Lord endured the pain, turned arduously, and saw men in black holding onto waiters, chefs, and security guards, a dozen or so people, walking toward him.
Lord's eyes widened suddenly, because he recognized all of them; they were all his plants!
Discovered!
Discovered long ago!
Only now does Lord feel that the words he just spoke in front of Lucas Quinn are a joke!
Even though he knew they would guard against him at this banquet, he was cautious in his arrangements, confident they were flawless.
He thought he had acted perfectly in secret, unaware that they had already noticed! Watching him from the shadows, like watching a circus monkey show.
At this moment, Lord's rage surged, yet all he could do was helplessly clutch the bleeding wound on his leg.
This was his chance for revenge, his last chance.
Now, it's gone!
There's nothing left!
