The young agent's face showed a hint of annoyance and unwillingness. "But he's no longer—"

Reid instantly exploded like a fire doused with oil. He glared coldly at the lead agent, who went silent, then turned to Idris, "Idris—"

But before Reid could finish, Adrian interrupted, "Do you really want my Dragoria Token?"

Zector anxiously intervened, "Sir..."

Adrian halted him with a wave. "Stand down."

Zector silently complied.

Adrian gazed at the lead agent expressionless. "This is my decision,” he said.

The lead agent felt a surge of courage at Adrian's words and glanced disdainfully at him.

Reid gave the lead agent another fierce glare, then turned apologetically to Adrian. "Mr. Adrian, you don't have to—"

Adrian shook his head, still staring at the lead agent. "Alright, I hope you and those behind you can bear the responsibility."

With that, Adrian strode out of the hall. About three minutes later, he returned holding an exquisite box made of yellow pearwood, adorned with maje