Trent Marsh nodded, his right hand gripping the sword, his peripheral vision on the door.
He knew who Julius Reed was talking about—this was a group of strange people who came and went like shadows.
It seemed that Dragon Dance indeed encountered similar troubles, which was why she chose to seek help from Julius Reed.
Without Julius Reed, Trent Marsh believed he would also stumble.
So, he didn't mock Dragon Dance but listened earnestly to Julius Reed's arrangements.
With a formidable enemy at hand, Trent Marsh could distinguish right from wrong.
The money was still on the floor, clearly visible.
No changes whatsoever.
"Julius Reed, is there a chance your intuition is wrong?" Trent Marsh settled into a spot, glancing at the door occasionally after sitting down.
No anomalies whatsoever.
The money lay quietly on the ground.
"No rush, let's wait patiently." Julius Reed picked up the menu and spoke a few words to the waiter beside him.
