"Well, well, you are the head, and you have the final say." Charlie Han smiled slyly.
Suddenly, a strange feeling rose from Tom's back. He felt that someone was looking at him from behind. He turned around and saw a huge French mirror behind the dining hall. He was looking at himself. It was strange. How did he feel that he was looking at himself in the mirror?
Suddenly, he instinctively shifted his gaze to the left and saw a person wearing a gray card. He wore a clown mask and was expressionless as he walked through the two waiters and waiters on his left side. He looked at him without moving as he crossed between two waiters. A cold and sinister aura was released from his body like a flood that surged towards him from within the mirror, submerging his entire body in an ice-cold darknes
