Somewhere in Inner Bay.
Late at night in his office, Fask, who had long since begun going bald, took off his glasses and stared absently at the flickering candle flame.
Another failure!
Not only had the operation against that "Medium" failed, it had cost them Melville as well. Counting Sinkeje, that "Medium" had uprooted more than half their hidden pawns in South Los Territory this time-and not long ago, he had already purged their hidden pawns in South Los itself.
The thought made Fask's head ache.
Seeing this, the female assistant beside him immediately brought him thick black coffee and Mint Elixir.
She even thoughtfully opened the Mint Elixir and applied it to his temples.
Her movements were gentle and professional.
More importantly, her gaze was full of admiration as she looked at Fask.
She knew all too well what the man before her had accomplished-as one of the Grand Duke of Inner Bay's "seven Gold-Mane Advisors," Fask was responsible for all matters concerning South Los.
It could be said that, aside from Mother Tiger's youth, a considerable part of the credit for Old Lion's stranglehold on the South Los Family belonged to this unremarkable man.
Over twenty years, this man had repeatedly rendered exceptional service.
He truly was...
An excellent target!
The female assistant's eyes suddenly turned vicious as she gently massaged Fask's temples. Her fingers pressed inward in a crushing grip.
Crack!
A head burst like a watermelon.
But it was not Fask's.
It was the female assistant's.
Or, more precisely, the head of the impostor who had replaced her.
Before the blood and brain matter could even splatter, an invisible force dragged them into the shadows along with the corpse, leaving everything in the office spotless.
"Go see whether Rita is all right."
Seated in his chair,