Zombie Gecko

People from some small factions had quietly left the venue. Soon, some submarines and boats discreetly departed from the Golden Fortress. No one wanted to willingly get involved in trouble. In this era, those who managed to survive were not fools; everyone present could see that Matthew was here to cause trouble.

Paul didn't stop them; he had already lost enough face today. If he prevented others from leaving at this moment, it would be even more unreasonable.

"If you're treating guests, you must investigate the identity of the other party. Be cautious with those of unknown origin, especially if there's a possibility they're enemies of the Alliance!" Matthew held a glass of wine, casually sipping, and seemed to nonchalantly say this, but his gaze was fixed on Clark. It was no longer a hint but a direct targeting.