"Sir, we can't stay here any longer," a young man with a soft demeanor said anxiously to Sid.

At this moment, Sid looked like a haggard elderly man. Originally, he looked energetic even though he was already in his sixties. However, at this moment, not only had his appearance changed, but his demeanor also showed signs of aging.

"Blaine, thank you for your service. You're dismissed now," Sid replied.

"But if I leave, who will handle your disguises?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"This mask can last for three days, which should suffice for me to finish what needs to be done," Sid replied.

"But isn't Mr. Carson already feigning surrender? He can handle those matters!" Blaine protested.

"You're wrong. Although you've been by my side for some time now, you haven't fully grasped human nature," Sid explained. "Carson's surrender isn't feigned. Given the opportunity, he will genuinely give in, and my departure presents him with the perfect chance."

"How could that be..."

"Because that's the