A group of people in black clothes and clown masks rushed in from behind Mike. There were more than a hundred of them. Two leaders in clown masks were carrying two Ptolemy family guards who had been guarding the door.
The two gold-tier guards' faces were covered in blood. They were on the verge of death. They were spitting out a few words toward Mike with incredible difficulty.
"Young Master Mike, quick, run!"
"Pfft!"
The clown-masked man pierced those two guards' chests with his bare hands before the guards could finish speaking. Their bodies fell onto the ground with unwilling expressions immortalized on their faces.
"Who are you? What are you doing? That is the Ptolemy family's secret chamber. You could not have entered it without the password. Did my foolish brother leak the password to you? Did he send you here to harm me deliberately?"