The night had grown darker and darker. It was almost midnight.

  At such a late hour, Milo’s footsteps came to a halt in front of a bar. He looked at the bar once. There was no expression on his face.

  After taking a breath, he spoke to himself, “This place is perfect for information collection.”

  Saying that, he walked inside.

  The place was extremely noisy. On one side, loud music was playing, while on the other, some people—drunk out of their senses—were talking loudly. The girls working there were gracefully refilling their glasses.

  This place was…

  For a few moments, Milo observed the entire place carefully, trying to understand everything. Just then, one of the men sitting there noticed Milo.

  He smiled and called out Milo’s name as he walked toward him. Because of that, everyone else’s attention also shifted toward Milo. Seeing this, Milo thought to himself, “If I had gotten just a few more moments of peace, I would’ve happily given one or two percent of my earnings to God as a bribe. But… it seems taking money from me isn’t written in your fate, God.”

  The man who had called out Milo’s name now stood beside him and placed a hand on Milo’s shoulder. As soon as he came close, Milo was hit by an overwhelming smell of alcohol.

  Milo wanted to grab the man’s hand and slam him onto the ground, but pulling himself out of his thoughts, he pretended to smile and said, “How are you? I missed you a lot, so I thought I’d come meet you here.”

  Hearing this, one of the men sitting there said, “Don’t lie now, Milo! We all know that a king of bastards like you wouldn’t come here without a reason. Tell us the truth… after leaving our gang, are you struggling even to get food?”

  “Yeah… that must be the case. Otherwise, Milo wouldn’t forget the way and end up here,” another man mocked him. “But Milo… once Master removes a member from the group, they are never taken back! You’ll have to starve to death now!”

  Hearing this, Milo gave a sarcastic smile. Then he gently pushed the man’s hand off his shoulder and stepped away. With style, he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing an expensive watch on his wrist that immediately caught everyone’s attention. Then he unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and pulled his collar down, revealing a precious locket around his neck. Seeing this, everyone’s faces twisted in anger.

  Watching their reactions, Milo smiled inwardly and said with an innocent expression, “Milo is a very kind-hearted and innocent child! You all helped Milo a lot… like elder brothers. That’s why I came to meet my brothers. By the way… Milo doesn’t have any shortage of money, but if my big brothers want to give me a little so I can buy food, that would be really nice!”

  Everyone could see the cunning hidden behind his innocence, but no one had the courage to speak.

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  Milo sat down at an empty table. A waitress approached him and said in a very cute voice, “You’ll have the same thing you used to, Milo Master?”

  Milo made a disgusted face and said, “I can’t digest this much cuteness! Don’t you know how to talk normally?”

  With a forced smile, the waitress said, “Yes… I’ll bring your order,” and walked away.

  After a few moments of silence, Milo stood up on his chair and said loudly, “Hey, hey… Milo has arrived and all of you went silent… that’s not right! At least ask how everyone’s doing!”

  Everyone ignored Milo and quietly focused on their drinks and food.

  Seeing this, Milo thought to himself, “Tch… these bastards! I should’ve hidden my wealth for a while… their egos wouldn’t have been hurt and I would’ve gotten my information. Now what do I do? But… this is the only place where I can find out where that old man is… I’ll need him for information about Grin Reaper!”

  Lost in these thoughts, Milo was still standing on the chair when a voice came from behind, “One is supposed to sit properly on a chair, Milo! Did you forget such a basic thing after leaving the organization?”

  Hearing this, a smile appeared on Milo’s face. He quickly jumped down from the chair, turned around, and said, “You must’ve missed me a lot, Mr. Old Man!”

  The man standing in front of him was quite elderly—probably around eighty—but even at that age, his body was well-built and firm.

  He was wearing a suit. His neatly styled hair and mustache made him look even more authoritative.

  This was… the face of the organization—known to everyone as . He was Grin Reaper’s right hand. It was said that he was the only one who knew who Grin Reaper really was. Despite that, no one had ever managed to get this information from him, because defeating him was difficult—and buying him with money was even more impossible. Milo knew this.

  That was why he had come to exploit his weakness and extract information from him.

  With an emotionless expression, Mr. Lucifer asked Milo, “What work are you doing these days? Is it dangerous?”

  Milo replied, “Well… not that much! I’m doing the same work I used to do here… dealing in people’s deaths.”

  “But here, you didn’t have to handle everything alone, which made things less dangerous,” Mr. Lucifer said as he sat at the table next to Milo.

  Milo also sat down like an innocent child and said, “Don’t pretend you’re worried about me, Mr. Old Man! By the way… how is Master Grin Reaper these days?”

  The moment he heard this, Mr. Lucifer became serious. The others sitting there also grew uneasy. In the organization, asking about Grin Reaper so casually was not allowed, and Milo knew this. But now that he had taken this step, he had come prepared to do anything for it.

  While the atmosphere here turned tense, the mood in Aniket’s room was also serious.

  Aniket was sitting in his room, with Mr. Shah seated in front of him.

  Aniket said in frustration, “Is Adi crazy!? Is he really trusting an assassin to collect information?!”

  “Trust… when a storm rises in the sea, you have no choice but to trust whatever floats—whether you want to or not,” Mr. Shah said respectfully, bowing his head slightly. “Besides… that child… that child seems extremely stubborn to me. He’s a devil raised in darkness, someone who can do anything for money.”

  Hearing this, Aniket said, “Why do I hear trust in your voice when you talk about that child?”

  Mr. Shah replied, “I don’t know… he’s only a year younger than the boss. When I saw their small disagreements and minor fights back then, a question came to my mind… if Aditya Sir hadn’t saved the boss, would he have turned out the same way, living in the underworld?”

  Hearing this, Aniket fell silent. After a few moments, he asked, “Does he have darkness in his eyes and innocence on his face?”

  Mr. Shah nodded in agreement.

  Seeing this, Aniket said, “Call him to meet me. And… as you said… that child—sorry—Milo… does he charge money even to meet someone?”

  Mr. Shah smiled lightly and said, “Yes… he’s quite greedy when it comes to money.”

  “I see… fine then. Talk to him and set up a casual meeting with him for tomorrow,” Aniket said.

  “Alright,” Mr. Shah replied and left the room.

  As soon as he reached the hall, he saw Shekhar there. Seeing him, Mr. Shah slightly bowed and said, “How are you, Leader?”

  Shekhar replied, “I’m fine. By the way… are Aniket and Aditya doing okay?”

  Hearing this, Mr. Shah looked up with a slightly confused expression.

  Taking a deep breath, Shekhar walked toward him and said, “Both of them are longing to attain their love. My son has his love right in front of his eyes, yet he cannot speak to her because she is in a coma. And Aditya… his love seems to be lost somewhere in the darkness. Both of them are working very hard.”

  He stopped in front of Mr. Shah and said, “They won’t ask me for help… but it will be your responsibility to inform me if either of them is in danger.”

  “Yes, Leader,” Mr. Shah said, bowing his head.

  Seeing this, as Shekhar walked toward his room, he said one last thing, “Take care of everyone who is close to my heart… that also means take care of yourself. You are my most loyal man, the one I trust the most.”

  Mr. Shah stood there with his head bowed until he heard the sound of Shekhar opening his room’s door, entering, and closing it again.

  After Shekhar left, Mr. Shah also walked away.