"What the hell?"

Huub's expression was as cold as ice.

He always knew that undertakers were so eloquent that they could give fortune tellers a run for their money. However, nothing they ever said would be true, as it was all a sales pitch.

And Huub could not care less about people like them, so he snorted and turned to leave.

"Hey now, sir!"

Seeing that Huub was going to abandon his unconscious goon, the unscrupulous geezer hurried to him and started rambling, "You could let me handle his funeral matters. I promise that it will be my finest work. The deposit would be..." As his eyes narrowed in glee and he rubbed his hands at Huub, his intention could not have been clearer.

"Fuck off!" Huub's other goon barked.

He had come to see what was this Bloodcrane Spiritbloom his colleague found, only for him to bring them to such a dank, gloomy place.

And as it turned out, his colleague messed up big time.

goon would have laughed-in fact, he wanted to do it from the start. But seeing the furious look on Huub's face, he did not dare to do

thought they were here for funeral

looks, they had money, so he only

as he left, he shook his head in exasperation and sighed softly. "I thought that gentleman on the floor was a savant, taking a liking to the flower I made and was eager to show you. But now... I guess no one appreciates art these days!" "Watch your mouth!"

Nonetheless, as the geezer

nonchalantly and headed behind his

started

ging.

anxiety, "Has the herb arrived, Mr. Droitner? The kidnapper has just called again, threatening to hurt my uncle in two hours

It will be here soon," Huub replied half-heartedly,

looked very much like it was alive and suddenly

busy right now. Let's talk later," he

out a hand, stopping his goon from leaving

goon looked at

not explain

turned toward the

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