"What?"
An angry voice echoed from the inside of the room. It came from a charming blonde youth.
"You said that guy was killed?"
"And the killer is that bastard's older brother, White River Valley's Marvin? Isn't he a waste? Someone who didn't even have a battle class?"
He stood in front of a small black clothed man. The latter said in a low voice, "Young Master White, according to our intelligence, Baron Marvin really didn't get any battle class."
"Then how did he kill my subordinate along with two fighter followers, under the gazes of countless people, before the law enforcement team stopped him?"
White looked extremely angry.
He got that guy to take care of that matter, but he didn't even manage to settle it. Instead he lost his own life.
That small bastard was already a bother; he didn't expect that the older brother would be this troublesome.
"I do not know. Maybe there is something wrong with the information."
