The crowd that silently watched the spokesperson's house on the street remained utterly silent, the atmosphere was as still as death—none of the silent figures even spared a glance for the two wild dogs who had brought Franca along.
The mood was eerily bizarre.
Leading them was the group of ragged henchmen the wild dog knew.
One of the henchmen, with a slovenly posture and a hunched back, leaned against the door of the spokesperson's house, knocking on it languidly as if drained of all strength.
While knocking, he shouted, "Old man! Open up! Old man! Open the door! We've got business with you!"
"Bang Bang Bang Bang!" The force of his knocking grew stronger, causing the door to resound with thuds.
Gilder, who was inside the room tallying accounts, suddenly looked up, his aged face revealing a look of worry.
A familiar feeling…
