Regardless, after returning to his room, Gerald began thinking about all that had happened tonight…

As for Maddox, he could be seen sitting before a few of his confidants—in a high-end villa near the military base—with a glass of red wine in hand. After gulping it down, he was prompted to say, “Alright, once you return, I want all of you to tell your subordinates to dress smartly tomorrow, got that?”

“We know. Don’t worry, everything has already been well prepared. Things will surely be perfect tomorrow,” replied one of the confidants after looking at the others.

“Still… Are you really sure that Gerald will come over tomorrow, deputy captain?” asked a bald confidant.

“Why wouldn’t he?” replied Maddox as he poured himself another glass of wine.

“I mean… Ever since he entered Yanam, we’ve lost all news regarding him…” muttered the bald man in a slightly worried tone. He, for one, had been by Maddox’s side for the longest time, which was why he didn’t fear talking about his worr