Chương 233: Anger

A thin man reclined back in his seat, whistling a tune merrily seemingly without a care in the world. His hands were interlaced behind his head and his feet were tapping against the footrest.

Every now and then the man would let out a chuckle, showcasing his incredibly good mood.

"The summit should probably be over by now. I wonder how many humans were able to step onto the right path?" 

The man stood up and stretched. Despite his thin frame, his taut muscles rippled underneath his tight shirt like coiling dragons.

"If it's that guy, then I don't need to worry." He said confidently, walking over to his vanity. Upon the vanity was a creepy looking mask with a smile full of sharp teeth and openings for the eyes.

He reached out for the mask and placed it on his face. The silver hair that was tied behind his head suddenly disappeared, replaced with a shiny bald head which reflected the dim light in the room.