Kody regarded the newcomer with a prolonged, assessing gaze, eventually breaking into a placating smile as he spoke.

“Could you be Tyrone Blakely, the esteemed president of the Blakely Group? It is an absolute honor to cross paths with you in this establishment."

Yet the man remained silent, neither confirming nor denying the accusation. His gaze, ice-cold and unyielding, bore into Kody as he delivered his command, "Get out of here. Hurry u|

A fleeting transformation swept across the countenance of Kody, his initial urge to retort ultimately yielding to restraint. With an air of compliance, he yielded, remarking, "Very well, I shall take my leave. Mr. Blakely, the course of action is yours to determine."

As they exited the establishment, the other two men couldn't help but express their curiosity to Kody, “Was that truly Tyrone?"