Lumian stepped down from the carriage, several gang enforcers following at his side.
As an admirer of Gehrman Sparrow, Lumian considered his taste in clothing much the same as his godfather's.
A white shirt, a black suit, and a silk top hat subtly outlined the muscles that two potions had strengthened, making Lumian look like a courteous beast with savagery lurking beneath the surface.
Crimson moonlight spilled across the ground. Detached villas lined both sides of the street, which was called Fountain Street.
Several carriages stood outside one of the villas, with servants and coachmen waiting beside them for their masters to return after the banquet.
Lumian's carriage had stopped right in front of this villa. A footman stationed at the entrance hurried over as soon as he saw Lumian. After confirming his identity, he respectfully led him inside.
Lumian glanced at the detached villa before him. Paying no attention to Gardner's servant leading the way, he curled his lips into a faint smile and said to the enforcers behind him, "Heh, so this is where today's ball is being held? Does Gardner Martin trust us that much?"
At Lumian's words, one of the enforcers beside him immediately offered a fawning compliment. "It's all thanks to the reputation you've built lately, boss."
Lumian did not answer. He merely gave his subordinate a casual glance, reflecting that these fellows, whether beaten into submission or won over with money, still had no brains.
Gardner Martin, the host of this banquet, had also invited members of the police. Clearly, he was up to no good.
Lumian could only feel grateful that he was one step ahead. Among the gang leaders Gardner Martin had invited, "Black Scorpion" Roger was on his side.
There was a ninety-nine percent chance that Gardner Martin wanted to goad