"There are lots of rats!"
Maggie continued.
Everyone realized something was wrong. Those sitting hurriedly stood, and they all looked toward the entrance.
At some point, a dense mass of rats had surrounded them.
At the entrance, beside the pillars, on the rusty machine tools, up on the rafters and windows, pairs of tiny, glossy black eyes were everywhere.
"Damn it! Someone's targeting us!"
The short-haired woman drew a dagger.
Tap... tap...
In the deathly silent factory, apart from the crackling fire, there were only crisp footsteps slowly approaching.
"I have an idea. I'd like to hear what you think."
A young man's voice rang out.
In the shadows, the rats scattered, and a man in a black formal suit and black top hat, carrying the Silver Cane, slowly walked up to them.
"Who are you?"
The bearded man asked, his expression grave.
"Jack, Jack Spade..."
The black-haired young man stood straight, resting one hand on the Silver Cane and tugging his hat brim with the other.
A polite smile appeared on his face, and he continued:
"Members of the Circus, you may call me Mr. Spade."
"Spade... Jack? The guy who was wanted all over the city a while back? What are you doing here?"
The man beside the short-haired woman asked coldly.
"Hmm... I'm merely concerned about your futures and came to offer some advice. As I said, I have an idea. Why not hear me out?"
Chen Lun said with a smile.
"Oh? What idea? Let's hear it. Maybe..."
Halfway through speaking, the man suddenly raised his arm and aimed the Flintlock at the black-haired young man.
His eyes were cold as he pulled the trigger.
Bang!!
A bloody hole appeared between the man's eyebrows. His eyes widened, and then he collapsed.
Everyone jolted in shock. Turning