Fade entered. There was no one manning the front desk. In the inner room, there were several gangsters with cigarettes in their mouths, playing cards.
When Fade got to the inner room, a gangster finally noticed him.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for Diable," Fade answered.
"He's looking for our Mr. Diable!" The gangster looked at Fade. "Why are you looking for Mr. Diable?" He pressed.
"I have some business I need to discuss with him," Fade answered.
"Business? What kind of business? I haven't seen you before," retorted a gangster.
"I just arrived in Greenfield City. I heard that Mr. Diable is very capable, so I came here to discuss business," Fade replied.
"Really?" The gangster was skeptical. Then, he waved his hand and said, "Unfortunately, Mr. Diable has gone out. He's not here today. If you have to find him, come back in the afternoon."
Fade frowned. "No, where did he go?"
At this, the gangster sneered. He glared at Fade and said, "Why do you ask so many questions? You want to know where Mr. Diable is, but do I need to report to you?"
"No, I just want to know where he is," Fade replied.
"Let's talk business. You're asking about Mr. Diable's whereabouts. What on earth do you want to do?"
"Kid, who the hell are you?"
"Tell me, why are you looking for Mr. Diable?"
Watching the gangsters approach him, Fade sighed and shook his head. He had his guard up.
"I didn't want to fight but you lot have given me no choice."
His eyes sank. He threw a punch and knocked the punk in front of him to the ground.
Immediately, the scene burst into chaos.
"F*ck, you dare to hit our guy? Brothers, come on!"
"He came to pick on us, so kill him."
"You attacked us in Mr. Diable's territory. Do you want to die?"
Within a minute, these gangsters who shouted so loudly were all lying on the ground, beaten up by Fade. They groaned in pain and were unable to get up.
"Tell me, where is Diable?" Fade asked coldly.
This time, they didn't dare to not answer.
"Mr. Diable is at the Tiara Karaoke. He took a girl to meet Mr. Jibril."
"Is this the girl?" Fade asked coldly, pulled out Lynn's photo on his phone, and showed it to them.
The punk nodded quickly. "Yes, it's her, it's her. Mr. Diable said that this girl was chosen by
Mr. Jibril, so he personally sent her there."
"You're courting death!"
Fade's eyes sank, and he kicked the punk unconscious. Then, he went out and headed for Tiara Karaoke.
In the No.1 private room on the top floor of Tiara Karaoke, Diable nodded and bowed as he sat in front of a man around twenty-six or twenty- seven years old. "Cousin, I've brought her to you."
The man was the bigshot of Greenfield City, the famous young Mr. Jibril.
Jibril looked at Diable and said, "It took you so long to get a woman for me. Why are you so useless?"
Diable rushed to explain. "Cousin, I am not a good- for- nothing. There was an incident. Otherwise, I would have sent her to your bed last night."
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