The gateway opened onto a stone path, lined with three or four flower beds and a lawn. In the very center stood two houses of varying sizes and heights. Clad in blue and white ceramic tiles, they exuded warmth even in the twilight.
This was the property of Iron-face Jim, the person in charge of Ford County's branch of the Dark Hunt Organization. Back when he was the No.5 Shadow Hunter, he bought an elegant house near the river in the Sixth District of Florence for his residence.
Whenever he returned to Florence for work, he would stay here for a week or two, keeping in touch with old friends. Today, this ordinarily quiet residential property was unusually bustling. The reason was that, thanks to Casio's meticulous and intimate diagnosis through his fists, the scourge in the bodies of the retired hunters had finally been entirely eradicated. How could this not cause jubilation? The process might have been a bit fierce, a bit painful, but the ultimate result was undoubtedly good!
