In the dimly lit room, the sudden voice of a fourth person startled the three individuals present!


    With a faint glow filtering through the window, they could make out the silhouette of the man before them, though his face remained obscured.


    Based on his build and voice, he appeared to be rtively young, although they were unsure when he had entered the room. His demeanor was chillingly yful, instilling a deep sense of fear in the trio.


    The man who spoke was none other than Charlie.<fnff4f> Updates are released by find(?)ovel</fnff4f>


    The power outage in the vi was orchestrated by Charlie, who had harnessed his spiritual energy to sever the two power supply lines running across the river.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Aware of the high-tech security measures in ce, Charlie opted for a direct approach by cutting off the power. While typical homesck backup power, this upscale vi area boasted two power lines and one main supply. By disconnecting the two lines, the residences within a few kilometers were plunged into total darkness.


    In the aftermath of the ckout, the advanced detection systems became ineffective. As Charlie slipped into the vi, it felt eerily deserted, with no one able to detect his presence.


    It was at this moment that Hank came to a startling realization: the target of the power outage was not Zhou Manor, but the frontline headquarters.


    Being the first to sense danger, Hank instinctively drew a pistol from his waist, aimed it at Charlie, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger.


    However, to his astonishment, the trigger was seemingly locked by a safety mechanism. Although he could pull it, it only moved halfway, failing to engage the hammer.


    Before Hank couldprehend what was happening, Charlie appeared before him at an astonishing speed. He gave Hank a light pat on the shoulder and calmly stated, “Don’t talk to Rose. Childe is in disarray, and from now on, you will be my dog.”


    As soon as the words left Charlie’s mouth, Hank found himself sitting on the ground like a trained dog, his forearms resting on the floor as he looked up attentively. He even mimicked Charlie, barking twice: “Woof!”


    Both Steve and Royce stared in disbelief. They never expected Hank, who was usually unflinching in the face of danger, to be reduced to this. The toughened many on the ground like a submissive dog, panting in submission to Charlie.


    A whirlwind of thoughts raced through their minds. They contemted fleeing or calling for help, but the fear of Charlie’s ability to appear undetected made them hesitant. The idea of sessfully summoning help seemed impossible, and angering him could lead to dire consequences.


    Charlie then turned his icy gaze toward the two remaining men and said, “You two are part of the core team for Rothschild, correct? Now, from oldest to youngest, introduce yourselves.”


    Steve stared at Charlie with wide eyes, swallowing hard as he nervously replied, “Who are you? What do you want from us?!”


    In response, Charlie frowned and delivered a sharp p to Steve’s face, knocking out several of his back mrs.


    The force of the p sent Steve tumbling to the ground. Ignoring the intense pain radiating from his face, he spat out blood and broken teeth, indignant as he eximed, “Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you treat me like this!”