The moment Devlin reached into his robes, time seemed to freeze.
Colton Leopold appeared slightly tense.
A calculating mind, he chose to arrange the meeting in Swimming City to minimize risk.
This bustling district was far away from the City Lord's Mansion, and Hakeem Ridge's guards were stationed within Swimming City.
If anything happened, they could respond instantly.
Both Hakeem Ridge and Silas Cook were equally alert.
No one knew what Prince Bradley might produce from his robes.
Was it the map?
Or perhaps a dagger?
Swimming City was Hakeem Ridge's stronghold, and entry to the area required strict security checks.
Concealed weapon boxes were allowed—after all, Swimming City was a den of sin.
However, to enter this private room, anyone other than Silas Cook and Colton Leopold—whose identities gave them special privileges—had to surrender their weapons!
Hakeem Ridge tightened his grip on the concealed weapon box in his hand, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Devlin.
