"Hurry!" The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside, like the rapid beat of a drum, pounding on everyone's tense nerves. Soon after, a group of agents in specially-made uniforms surged in like a tide. Their steps were synchronized, their gazes sharp, and they quickly spread out across the hall, forming a tight defensive line. Following them, a middle-aged man clad in gleaming armor and holding a cold, glimmering longsword strode in steadily.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright, piercing eyes. His face was resolute, radiating an innate aura of authority and fear that seemed to freeze the air around him. His presence instantly drew everyone's attention, making the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive.
"Ice, this man is my honored guest. Could you do me a favor and let this go
