Chapitre 754: One question, one answer.

Knock… knock… knock…

The debate in the conference room halted, turning their heads in the door's direction, only to see blood crawling underneath the door from the outside. But before anyone from the inside could react to the sight of the thick red fluid, the door creaked overly loud in their ears. 

As the gap widened ever so slowly, it revealed a towering figure of a man wearing slightly dirty clothing with specks of blood on his linen white shirt. His spiky hair was everywhere, ruffling it in irritation. When the door was wide open for him to see everything inside, his brows rose as he snapped his eyes.

"Ahh… so many people," came out a mumble, dropping his hand to the side.

"Stop right there —" the marshal who was present inside took a step only for his breath to hitch the moment Abel cast him a look.