As he stepped out, all eyes outside turned towards him.
Among them were three won, so girls serving tea and water, and a few girls brought by Atticus Reed to serve.
Terry Moore looked like he had almost sobered up.
He seed much more alert.
"Close the door," Julius Reed said, and as soon as his words were spoken, Hawthorne rushed forward and locked the door tightly.
"What do you guys want to do?" the three won exclaid.
They initially thought Atticus Reed went inside to bring Eliezer Pine out.
But the person who ca out was this guest instead.
The three imdiately felt sothing was off because according to the rules, no guest should have access to them.
They were the signature of the Gills Alliance and the source of fa.
Now with the door closed, they suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Recovered? I thought you were so enthralled you’ve forgotten yourself." Julius Reed looked aningfully at Hawthorne.
"Haha! You underestimate . Who am I, Hawthorne? I was just self-hypnotizing, not affected at all," Hawthorne laughed loudly, eyes curious, "Enjoyed it?"
"Enjoyed, my foot!" Julius Reed snapped back angrily, saying, "Guard the door, anyone who tries to leave, kill without rcy."
With that, he walked over to the table.
The girls serving tea and water stood frozen in fright.
Julius Reed picked up a wine pot, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one.
"Let’s start with you, take her to the room," he pointed at the false Isabella Warm.
At this point, the three won were already pallid with despair, realizing that Atticus Reed had t with misfortune.
"What do you want! I warn you, this is the Gills Alliance, you don’t get to do whatever you please,"
The fake Isabella Warm, though like the real Isabella Warm, had a fiery temper.
If it were the real one, she would have acted by now.
She wouldn’t just be bluffing like this.
"Alright, let’s try gentle persuasion first," Julius Reed pulled out a chair and sat down. "From now on, I ask, you answer. If we can talk this out, great. If not, we’ll resort to force."
The three remained silent, which was a tacit agreent.
"What is this place?" Julius Reed asked the first question.
"The Gills Alliance," Isabella Warm replied.
"What kind of place is the Gills Alliance? Is it a brothel?" Julius Reed asked further.
"Yes," the fake Grace River answered, full of presence.
"A brothel, I ca to a brothel for girls, spent money, that’s fair, right?" Julius Reed continued questioning.
"That’s right, but we sell art, not our bodies. You can look for other girls, but not the four of us," the fake Lillian Tompson shook her head, quite assertively.
Their hands were on their instrunts, ready to act, prepared for the worst.
"Why not? What makes you four different? Stop being hypocritical!" Julius Reed admonished sharply, "Fine, but your people said if you voluntarily agree, then no one will interfere, right?"
"Correct! But now none of us are willing, including Eliezer Pine. We suspect you used so trick," Isabella Warm forcefully retorted. "Don’t forget, this is our territory. If you follow the rules, you’re our guest. If not, don’t bla us for being rude."
With these words, the others were already preparing to strike back.
This guy didn’t look like soone to be trifled with.
Perhaps he was deliberately causing trouble, or he was so overly arrogant scoundrel.
But in the eyes of the girls, with the backing of the Gills Alliance, no one would succeed.
"Shadow Kims, make them willing," Julius Reed gestured, and Shadow Kims stood up.
"Sisters, take action!"
Isabella Warm squinted her eyes and fiercely plucked the strings of her zither!
Buzzing!
The sound waves, like a shockwave, began to penetrate everyone’s minds.
Amidst the turbulence, it seed as if one’s head was about to explode!
Terry Moore was the first to be affected, clutching his head in agony.
"Keep going, put in so effort." Julius Reed gently pinched his hands together, and at his fingertips appeared two points of white light.
He extended his hand, directly placing the points of light into Terry Moore’s ears.
The sound instantly vanished.
Terry Moore opened his eyes, looking at Julius Reed in awe.
His eyes filled with admiration!
"If this is all you’ve got, then I’m very disappointed," Julius Reed took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The first step.
His foot planted on the ground, the sound was suppressed significantly!
The three won shivered, obvious panic in their eyes.
But they didn’t dare stop their actions, and soone even began to sing.
The song mixed with beautiful music, as if trying to erode one’s soul.
Julius Reed took a second step.
Bang!
An invisible wave erupted.
Directly destroying the instrunts!
The three won all fell to the ground amidst the dust in the room.
"Now, are you willing?" Julius Reed coldly asked the three.
"Don’t push us too far!" Isabella Warm said fiercely, her eyes full of fierce light!
This made Julius Reed feel sothing was very off.
It didn’t look like human eyes.
"Shadow Kims, take care of this," Julius Reed said calmly.
Just as he spoke, the bodies of the won began to rapidly wither!
Soon after, they turned into dry corpses!
"Now, are you still interested... hahaha!" the three laughed loudly.
These dry corpses were exactly the sa as those under Hill Leocadia!
"Faceless Ones!" Julius Reed exclaid.
There must be a Faceless One within the Gills Alliance.
These dry corpses were all servants of the Faceless Ones; the presence of the Faceless Ones ca first.
"You know Faceless Ones?" the dry corpse was sowhat surprised, "Who are you! Why are you here!"
"I just wondered how anyone could have the looks and temperant so similar to the real ones. Turns out it was the Faceless Ones, so it’s not surprising," Julius Reed turned around, those serving tea were already pale with fright, in complete shock.
"Really... we really didn’t know..." Seeing their terrified expression, Julius Reed could tell they were not in on it.
With Shadow Kims here, he could keep an eye on these few people.
"Since they are dry corpses, they probably won’t say much; you are soulless puppets." Julius Reed darted forward, bringing a gust of wind!
He struck out instantly!
Directly smashing a dry corpse!
The remaining two dry corpses didn’t have ti to react before Julius Reed attacked again!
Bang!
Gone in an instant.
The room was left with only a stench.
"The one lying on the bed must also be a dry corpse," Julius Reed was about to turn back and deal with that corpse.
"Danger!"
Hawthorne darted aside, avoiding the spot in front of the door!
Bang!
Imdiately following!
The door was blasted apart!
An intensely powerful wave surged in!
Overturning all the tables and chairs in the room!
"Who dares create chaos here?"
An old man stood at the doorway, white-haired and wispy, asking with an ethereal presence.
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