"Malevolent Phantoms!"

That was Felix's first thought. What these two women were saying and what they were about to do were all too similar to how Malevolent Phantoms operated.

He wondered if the surveillance cameras outside had already been taken out. Then again, that did not quite fit the Malevolent Phantoms' style, though. Besides, it was too reckless just for a meal—there was no real reason for them to take such a risk.

Eventually, Felix replied, "Sorry. I'm allergic to oysters."

The two women exchanged glances before one of them casually reached for her purse. She pulled out a thick stack of cash, looking to be about 10,000 dollars.

"Then, eat it. If you actually have an allergic reaction, this money is yours—take it and get out."

Felix was surprised, unsure what to make of this. Trying to refuse any longer would only seem suspicious, so he picked up an oyster and swallowed it.

Within a minute, red spots began appearing on his neck, and he instinctively reached up to scrat