The five black-clad men were petrified on the spot, their faces showed a dusty gray color as if they had been struck by a Sky Thunder.
"You lot, you're such brats! Whose minions are you!? How dare you act recklessly under the name of our Xavier War Department!?"
The voice of Weston, coming through White Mitchell's phone, echoed out.
Upon hearing these words, the mood of the five men dropped to rock bottom.
It's over, Weston was going to investigate thoroughly!
In this situation, whether they speak or not, it is a devastating blow for the five of them.
If they speak, the ones behind them will definitely not let them go. Not only will they lose their lives, but their families will likely be involved.
If they don't speak, they are only awaiting a dead end.
For a moment, all five were stuck in a difficult situation.
At this point, the leader of the black-clad men couldn't help but speak up: "Weston, who...who is he? We are your subordinates!