London, Lein Hotel, top floor.
A shadow silently passed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window and appeared before the exhausted Hunter.
Startled, Hunter hurriedly grabbed the Dominator Pistol beside him. When he saw who it was, the corner of his mouth twitched sharply.
He set down the Dominator Pistol and said with a hint of mockery, "Welcome back, Mr. Headlines."
Vincent ignored the sarcasm in his words and walked straight to the refrigerator, taking out a can of cola.
"Hiss—" Cold vapor and the sweet scent of syrup burst forth.
After taking a huge gulp of ice-cold cola, Vincent lazily sprawled across the sofa.
Hunter lightly pressed his throbbing temples. "All right, what did it feel like riding on a fire dragon?"
Vincent raised a hand. "A unique experience. Great view. The wind at night was just too strong—it made my head buzz."
Hunter pressed his temples hard.
Right now, both the Muggle world and the Wizarding World were in an uproar over Gringotts and the fire dragon, yet the man responsible was calmly enjoying an ice-cold cola. If those people still running themselves ragged found out, who knew how they would react.
"Haah..." Hunter let out a soft sigh, walked over to the refrigerator, picked up an ice cube, and poured himself a glass of authentic Scotch Whiskey. "What about the fire dragon? Where did you put that big thing?"
"Somewhere absolutely safe."
Hunter relaxed slightly.
Looking on the bright side, even if there had been serious casualties on the Wizarding World's side, that was the wizards' problem. Compared to the panic caused by the Berlin incident, the fire dragon's appearance would not cause severe economic losses. It might even bring London a large number of international tourists interested in it.
No wonder this kid had been so fearless. He