In the mansion that once belonged to Zane, now bearing the Habsburg name.
Losa was holding a wine glass, sipping chilled wine slowly.
He was different from Jeanne; regardless of past and present, he did not like the taste of alcohol.
This low-alcohol fermented grape juice was just to his liking.
Hans lifted the beaded curtain and sat down at a table with incense burning.
"Is it settled?"
"Yes, Hardy, whom you specifically requested to be captured, has been delivered to the prison by me."
Losa nodded slightly.
Hardy was just a small figure, a gang leader, whose presence couldn't have caught his attention if not for his countless crimes making him hated by the masses, worthy of being set as an example.
"Was the attack on Rahman's mansion smooth?"
Hans hesitated for a moment and said, "With Miss Jeanne there, it should be very smooth."
