Yano shoved a battered, ragged man back into the Little Black Room.
"Believe me, I really have important intelligence—earth-shattering intelligence! I'm really not in league with that bastard Hades, I swear to heaven!"
"Mole" Moriarty staggered along as he pleaded in a tearful voice. His face was filled with terror, like a mouse that had fallen into a cat's nest.
For him,
nothing was more terrifying than a living Yano.
He was still standing here, alive and kicking.
Yet the Shadow Fang Squad, along with that monstrous Yulian, had all vanished without a trace!
What did that mean?
This man had most likely defeated Yulian, hailed as Rusty Keys' sharpest blade.
"Miracle" Yano—everyone had underestimated him!
At that moment, a Slime was leisurely "passing by" on the ground. It hopped onto a mushroom rock and sat there, as though enjoying this farce.
Yano caught on and tried his best to put on a stern face, imitating a bully.
"Quit dragging your feet! Spill whatever intelligence you have, and then I've got to lock you up."
He pointed his thumb behind him at the fungal-wood fortress.
"There, the Little Black Room. It's full of your guild's 'good brothers.' You won't be bored once you're inside. Perfect chance to catch up."
"Mole" Moriarty followed the direction of his finger, and his body began trembling violently beyond his control.
He seemed to already hear the despairing sobs from within and see Yulian's gloomy face.
Devil!
This Yano was absolutely a devil!
He cursed wildly in his heart.
Seeing Yano's hand about to grab him, Moriarty was scared out of his wits.
"I'll talk, I'll tell you everything! I know Rusty Keys' big secret! Hades! That fucking guild leader! He's been trafficking people with the Goblin Legion in West Marsh. He's a goddamn human