The nightlife in the sleepless district was as bright as daytime, with lights shining everywhere. However, at this moment, another place equally illuminated was Charles' villa.
"My son, how could this happen to you! Who was it? Who dared to hurt you! This is practically a declaration of war against us, Charles!" A middle aged woman cried, leaning over Calista and shouting.
Beside her stood a particularly refined middle aged man, his brow furrowed, but he remained silent, only staring at the severely injured Calista.
Calista, unable to speak, could only type on his phone, briefly explaining the situation and what had transpired.
The refined middle aged man read through the message and, as he finished, his frown deepened even further. He spoke in a cold voice, "All this trouble because of an unknown fourth tier Beast Master? Useless. You're completely useless!"
