Seo Jun-Ho felt bothered, but he didn’t show it.

‘I don’t like this feeling.’

It was all because whenever his gut feeling was bothering him—

"How about that gentleman by the wall over there? Would you please step forward for a moment?"

—it would always end up being correct.

The vampire apostles followed the gaze of the man in the butterfly mask.

“…”

‘What should I do?’ Seo Jun-Ho thought and sighed.

‘Walk over, get rid of the four apostles on the left side with Watchguard of Darkness, then deal with the five apostles on the right with Moon Eye. Then, I’ll summon Hart to create a disturbance on the rear.’

He imagined what the battle would be like.

‘The best way is still…’

The best option was to not fight. There were simply too many enemies. If he refused to drink it, they probably wouldn’t force him to drink it. The others would get suspicious, but it was better than fighting them head-on, considering their numbers advantage.

"Gentleman?" urged the man in the butterfly mask.

Seo Jun-Ho’s expression turned cold, and he felt as if he were a tiny boat in stormy seas.

"I’ll—” Seo Jun-Ho started.

Thud! 

However, a guard flung the doors open and hurriedly ran over to the man in the butterfly mask.

"What? Just what were...