บท 97: The Domination Association's Offer

"Mr.Stark, please do sit down," the leader gently smiled while pointing at the chair on the other side of the table.

'Fucking hell…' Stark did as he was told and sat down.

"I seriously could of died by that arrow, you know?" the black-haired boy immediately spoke, looking at the purple-haired girl with a glare.

Of course, he hid the fact that his current body was that of a mere clone, but it was still very close, and he knows that if they put their mind to it, he would stand no chance in winning.

Yet none of them seemed surprised or showed any kind of emotions, they just stared at Stark with blank expressions.

"If you died from that… then it would have meant that you weren't as good as we expected you to be," the leader, his eyes still lifeless, smiled, putting his two hands together and placing his elbows on the table.

"…" Stark was confused, but he could sense all their gazes on him.