Hearing Dico's words, Haite immediately knew what the officer in front of him wanted to do.
The other party wanted more!
That's why he was 'enthusiastically hosting' himself.
'Damn bastard!'
Feeling the pain in his body, an uncontrollable killing intent surged in Haite's heart—he immediately bowed his head.
He hid his gaze.
However, in his heart, he had already decided what to do.
Dealing with someone fat and robust like that face-to-face was the stupidest thing; what he needed was to find the person's home address and then...
Seal the doors and windows, and burn everything to ashes with a fire.
Coincidentally, the house he left in Garden Street was perfect for this—he had left more than one 'secret passage.'
Of course, this was just a precaution.
Like: This time!
"Yes! More!
I know more than one cheap house on Garden Street!"
Thinking this, Haite kept shouting aloud.
