The moment the door sealed, Rovan quickly started pleading.
"Sir Edward, I'm really sorry," Rovan said. "The immigration hall was… stressful. I said things I shouldn't."
Alex sat down. He placed one finger on the table.
Tap.
A thin line of light spread across the surface.
A simple formation.
Rovan felt it at once. It was another formation that sealed the place.
His face went pale.
Just what did Alex plan to do to him that he felt the formation in this room wasn't enough?
Just how many layers of formation were they in now? Three? Four? Five?
He dropped to his knees, then smacked his head into the ground.
"I'm really sorry, Sir Edward.
For what I did, I deserve to die, but please at least spare me. I still have a sister and family to return to."
Alex's lips twitched.
'What does he think I'm going to do? Torture him? Even if that's the case, isn't he too shameless?'
His arrogant demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
