Thirty minutes later, William Cole and his team showed up at a private farm outside Capital City.
As soon as they appeared at the farm gates, a howl of a wolfdog rang out from inside. A fat man with a tattoo on his arm, his face creased with wrinkles, emerged, shouting, "Who are you? Get the hell out, this is a private farm!"
With a quick step forward, Green Dragon kicked him down.
Aiming at his head, he demanded, "Where's Noir?"
"Which Noir are you talking about?"
With a stomp, Green Dragon shattered the man's arm.
With a scream, the man pleaded, "Noir is on the estate!"
"Move in and grab him!" commanded Green Dragon, leading his men into the farm.
Inside, it wasn't a large farm, filled with many cows and lots of butchered beef.
They quickly found Noir himself in a room. Noir, in his early thirties, fled when he saw Green Dragon's team, with a gunshot blazing out behind him.
Noir shrieked with agony as he was shot in the thigh, yelling, "Don't shoot! Stop!"
