Meanwhile, Bernard, whose face was emitting the lights of merriment suddenly changed into a demon's face full of choler, he murmured a name.
"Lucas!!"
Bernard came out of the resting room, his sight pierced the masses and landed on the man in shorts. In the entire stadium, there was only one man who knew the cause of the sudden earthquake, it was none other than Bernard Maracass.
The Illusionist looked daggers at the man wearing black goggles and asked
"Why are you here, Lucas?"
"Wow! You can use telepathy?"
Unlike the words he spewed, Lucas' face didn't show any sign of surprise.
"Cut the crap, Lucas. Why are you in Sindh province? It's under my jurisdiction"
Bernard asked in a furious tone.
Lucas in return grinned wickedly. The spectators were gawking at Illusionist Dragon, they tried their best to find the person who was receiving Bernard's attention but all failed to find anyone. For the rest, it seemed as Bernard was looking at two empty seats at the end of the row.
