Seeing Lamar calm down, Frosch stepped forward slowly. While he didn't allow Lamar to take the lead, he himself moved forward with determination.

Upon witnessing this, Alfie exclaimed, "Mr. Frosch!"

But Frosch ignored him and pushed open the door.

Creak…

Although there were many people outside the door, these people understood they were facing the formidable Frosch. When the door opened, they all became more alert.

"Where's Alfie? Why isn't he coming out? Is he scared of us?" the leader of the group sneered.

"What's there to be afraid of? Do you think I'm scared of you?" a voice said as a figure emerged from the distance.

The one who spoke wasn't Frosch, but Alfie. He looked heroic, and his sharp purple-gold spear emitted a terrifying gleam. His gaze was piercingly sharp.

As Alfie's mocking words rang out, the black-clothed man scowled, his expression turning cold. "You’re finally showing yourself! You’re dead meat!"

"We’ll see who’s the last one standing today," Alfie retorte