Chapitre 283: Blacky

The door swung open, revealing two men clad in black robes. Cassius, lounging in the leader's chair with an air of confidence, watched them with a smirk, his feet propped up on the table. 

Avalerry stood at his side, calm and collected, while Kaldor silently loomed near the corner. 

On the floor, Larry lay gagged and bound, his once-commanding presence reduced to nothing more than a pitiful heap.

Cassius's cold gaze flicked over the two men as they entered, noting the subtle differences in their reactions. 

One of them, a man with a sword at his side, clenched his jaw and fists in barely-contained rage. 

His eyes bore into Cassius with hatred, but he didn't move. The other man, though clearly surprised by the scene, remained composed, his expression betraying little emotion.

"Long time no see, 'Blacky'," Cassius said, blowing a plume of smoke from his cigarette toward the window.