C33 The Dumb Cornell!!

Just then, a deep, gravelly voice suddenly broke the silence from within the clubhouse.

A gaunt man emerged, flanked by several burly bodyguards.

The sound of the voice alone was enough to unsettle Fischer. He turned to see a man in his fifties with a goatee, his gaunt face exuding an extra layer of chill.

"Master Gergil, what brings you out here? It's just a minor hiccup