"The Zenthian research institute just ordered fifty devices. These Muggles are so easy to fool."
A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of a white man with a full beard.
"Heh heh, just a bunch of Muggles."
"How could current technology possibly create a device more advanced than the Mark Device? Our boss is the real genius..."
The man was about to say more, but an imposing man suddenly appeared at the door.
The man was dressed all in black and had a European face. The moment he approached, every member of the research institute fell silent.
The bearded man, who had been so boisterous just a moment ago, now cowered like a frightened quail.
"Winters, you'd best keep your mouth shut for a while."
The man gave him a slight sidelong glance, and Winters instantly deflated.
"Miller, I..."
Winters seemed a little defiant. He looked at Miller's hostile expression, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"Don't let there be a next time. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
