"Yes. But boss, there's another issue. It's just...it's just that the female steward was kind of tempting, and a few of the brothers who were supposed to be guarding her couldn't help themselves... so her mental state has become a bit problematic. It might not be very easy to hand her over now."
"Then take the money and dump the body on the Flood Gang's turf."
"Sure..."
Rex Smith didn't care at all.
Kidnapping and killing the hostages, this is so commonplace in gangs.
Lately, gang activities have been affected a lot, and the commerce guilds visiting from the Upper City have become easy targets for gang members seeking a hefty ransom.
Recently, many have been captured, and a lot of the 'meat tickets' are right here.
Rex Smith headed towards the basement.
There are several rooms here, filled with frail children around four to five years old.
Rex Smith frowned at the sight: "Didn't all the goods get dispatched yesterday? Why are there still some left?"
