Chapter 629

　　Third person's POV 　　The owner of the mask was none other than Lucian. Lucian squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the tall man before him. 　　This man bore some resemblance to Derek, though Derek was more robust and burly than this individual. 　　His gaze lingered on Wilmot's face. That was a face devoid of any distinctive features, a face he had never encountered before. 　　Could it be that he wasn't here to kill him? 　　"Do you know me?" Lucian asked, puzzled. 　　Hearing the voice, Wilmot stepped forward, grabbing Lucian's collar with a cold stare. "Tell me, how did you end up here?" 　　Lucian found this man's attitude quite odd. If he were one of the people pursuing him, he would have seized the opportunity to blow his head off, rather than wasting time with questions. 　　Who could he be? 　　The kick Wilmot had delivered earlier had landed squarely on Lucian's wound, causing it to tear open and bleed, staining his clothes red. 　　Before Wilmot could press further, shouts of terror echoed down