Ang City, a certain hotel.
In a luxurious suite, Lawrence, who had once again changed his appearance and stolen another person's identity, was swaying a glass of red wine.
The self-contented Lawrence didn't show the slightest bit of nervousness.
Even though this place was Edmund's stronghold, the "Night Owl Court."
To Lawrence, Edmund was a target that needed to be dealt with swiftly, after all, that was the purpose of the third round.
As for the "Night Owl Court"?
He had some other ideas.
So, he began the first round of probing.
He had issued a bounty in the criminal underworld.
He believed that no matter what the outcome was, those hyenas and vultures would definitely give him a most satisfactory answer.
After waiting silently for about ten more minutes, Lawrence picked up a small bell.
This bell was made of pure silver, only the size of a person's thumb, and it had no clapper, but some text was engraved on the inside, though it was blurred and unreadable.
