Chapter 800 An Audience With The Devil

• Two men wearing full-face masks and protective suits pushed open the door to the chip room and saw Griffon sitting on the sofa like a king, motionless as a mountain.
• He was covered in blood, and his face, slightly turned, was also stained with blood. Only his lifeless eyes exuded a cold, disdainful gaze.
• By his side was a surgical knife, its blade glinting silver under the light, casting an eerie glow on the man's face, making him look like a demon from hell.