"You guys did a good job," Myne complimented, staring at a sixty-year-old man dressed in beggar's clothes, lying at the entrance of an alley, covered with tattered quilt from head to toe, in front of them. He gave a nod of approval to Gandu, who stood beside him.
"It's nothing, Your Highness. You gave the order, and we didn't fulfil it, how could this be possible?" Gandu replied with a humble expression. "Besides, catching those kidnappers benefits us too. Around 70% of us do business at night, but because of those scoundrels, we were forced to stop all our nighttime activities. It's been a major blow to our income." Gandu didn't miss the chance to bootlick Myne as he explained.
"Hmm."
