Before Stephen could press the doorbell, someone opened the gates. He said politely, "Mr. Anderson, welcome."

It seemed like Mark had already known that he would come.

Stephen followed the man into the mansion. Julian, on the other hand, had been held back outside the gates.

He looked at Stephen worriedly. Then, he spoke into his wireless earpiece: "Everyone, stay on your guard."

On the top-floor terrace, Mark was swirling a shot of alcohol in his hand while leaning against the railings. He casually counted the number of guards surrounding the mansion.

When he heard footsteps approaching him, he smiled and said, "46 men. Who would have thought that the great Mr. Stephen Anderson would be so afraid of death?"

Stephen stopped in his tracks behind Mark. "I'm not afraid of death, but it would be too stupid if I were to die because I didn't protect myself around a man like you."

Mark bawled out laughing. "It's a great honor that you see me that way."

He turned around, and their eye