Just tell one person?
The middle-aged man faltered a bit after hearing this. Apparently, he hadn't expected White Mitchell's attitude to change so quickly.
Just moments ago he had been adamantly refusing to stop, but now he gave in so quickly?
Was it possibly because my dominance was too overwhelming for him, he pondered.
The middle-aged man shifted his gaze, a hint of disdain climbing onto his face. "At least you're considerate, just spill it, is the treasure, capable of causing such a phenomenon, in your hands?!"
"Smart guess. But, sadly, the treasure is not with me right now, I've hidden it somewhere..." White Mitchell paused, whispered into the man's ears so that only the two of them could hear, "The treasure is hidden in..."
Wait, What!?
The middle-aged man was startled, slowly turned his face, his eyes on the corner watching White Mitchell.
Their stares were full of utter confusion.