Somewhere in Velmora,
A man clad in a dark black suit, sitting on the couch with a similar design as before when he'd been talking to his lackey, held a dark expression as he waited for Tyler to arrive.
This time, he wasn't smoking. The air was clean but suffocating, and the temperature was so low one would think the air conditioner was set to the max.
His fingers were intertwined in front of him, still waiting.
When the door suddenly opened, he raised his head to look at Tyler, who was wearing a tank top that revealed the tattoo on his hand.
"What took you so long?" the boss questioned, his tone heavy.
"I'm so sorry, boss. I had to be careful while coming here just in case I was being followed. It's not been easy this past month," Tyler replied, his head bowed low in respect.
The boss had a clear understanding of what Tyler was talking about. For the past month, he'd been trying to gather the CCTV footage from the hotel where Mr. Silbetto was killed.
