The Legendary System

CHAPTER 59: POISON NEEDLE

Patrick's footsteps echoed softly as he made his way out of the grand hall, the lingering echoes of the event he had just attended slowly dissipating into the cool evening air. As he stepped into the fading sunlight, he noticed the figures of Mr. Black, Timmy, and Lucas a few paces ahead, engaged in what appeared to be an animated conversation.

Intrigued, Patrick quickened his pace ever so slightly, curiosity getting the better of him. "They are heading out now?" he whispered to himself.

As Patrick drew closer, fragments of their conversation began to reach his ears. "...might be best to leave the hotel tomorrow," Mr. Black was saying, his tone low and contemplative. Timmy nodded in agreement, though he appeared somewhat hesitant. "I know it's been a great event, but I think it's time," Mr. Black continued, his voice carrying a weight that hinted at underlying reasons.

"...security concerns," Timmy muttered, his voice tense. "And the press..."

Mr. Black's brows were furrowed in though