Restless

So—

How had things turned out like this?

Inside a lavishly decorated restaurant, Moyu glanced at Biscuit beside him, who was demonstrating the posture of a refined lady.

Across the rectangular dining table sat an energetic middle-aged man in a black suit, his hair slicked back.

Not far behind the middle-aged man stood four burly men, all dressed in black suits.

They wore sunglasses and stood so quietly that they seemed not to make even the faintest sound of breathing, rooted there like motionless pillars.

Farther away, both inside and outside the restaurant, at least a hundred underlings stood in formation.

Such a display was worthy of a mafia boss.

That was right—

The client Liz had mentioned was the slick-haired middle-aged man before them, Tolan Patrick, one of Laxiang City's most influential mafia bosses.

Moyu had little interest in any of this. What bothered him was that Biscuit had shamelessly tagged along...

It made him, already somewhat uncomfortable, feel even more awkward.

"Attorney Yorkshire, I'll have to trouble you with these trivial matters."

Tolan raised his glass to Liz. Neither his words nor his mannerisms carried the outward viciousness or recklessness of a mafia member. Instead, he seemed more like a gentleman.

Liz raised her glass and said calmly, "It's part of my job."

Accepting commissions and completing work.

That was the core of a Professional Hunter's world.

Tolan smiled and drained his glass, sincerely praising in his heart: Professional Hunters truly were...

Incredibly convenient.

As long as the payment was sufficient, he could commission them to resolve troublesome matters for him.

To him, any problem that money could solve was no longer a problem.

Tolan set down his glass and gestured invitingly toward the exquisite dishes on the table. Smiling, he said, "Try them. These dishes are the