Yohan finally arrived at the large door.
Just as he was about to go in, he decided that entering empty-handed wasn't the best option.
This time, he was going to add the element of surprise to the equation.
He found a table with a ceramic vase sitting on it.
He picked it up, tested its weight, briefly considered breaking off one of the legs of the table as a weapon, then tossed the idea aside and kept the heavy vase instead.
With a powerful front kick, he blasted the locks off the door.
The tan-skinned man sitting on the couch immediately sprang to his feet, but a ceramic vase flying at nearly a hundred miles per hour smashed directly into his face.
He collapsed instantly as the vase shattered, blood trickling down the side of his head.
Everyone else froze in shock at the sudden intrusion.
"Where is Simon?" Hatoru called out calmly, as if Yohan wasn't standing right in front of him.
Yohan grinned mockingly.
"You'll have to try louder than that."
Hatoru's eyes narrowed.
