His patience is wearing thin as he loomed over the dark part of the alley. His face was unsettled and remained intact from puffing the cigarette. He did not wait any further and walk inside the establishment through the backdoor. His eyes were vigilant as the red light coming from the ceiling guide his way. If it were not Alastor’s suggestion he would not come here. It is part of his plan. Cid was to convince the remaining mercenaries to join them to fight against the enemies.
“What’s taking so long?” asked Cid as he enters the room.
There, the entire g**g of mercenaries sat down in their own stool and table, savoring their drinks as if it is their last cup.
A man approached him. “This is the man you talking about?”
Cole stands up, “Yes, he is.”
The man stood before him, his eyes judg
