"Now that you mention it, I just remembered. After going to the gun shop, we'll head to the merchants' clothing store to buy two suits."
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Meanwhile, at the Cloud String Inn.
The cleaner, pushing her cart, reached the door of a room at the end of the hallway. Painful groans intermittently issued from the tightly shut room, but she was long used to it. Only after the knocking inside ceased did she knock on the door.
The "merchandise" had been transported early that morning from a station outside Lute City, and the staff of the Cloud String Inn were no strangers to such shipments.
A moment later, the door to the room opened to a man with a fierce look and two prominent scars on his face.
"The bathroom, clean it up."
The air was thick with the mingled stench of smoke and blood.
In the living room of the suite, the gang's leader passed a black suitcase to a middle-aged man.
