Headhunting (3)

The family's headhunter, Kwan Winchester, secretly clicked his tongue as he watched Abel Anderson reply in such a composed tone.

‘So even though he looks like an amateur, he really is the power broker who commands Area 49.’

Unlike Kwan Winchester, who operated openly in the light of day, the Abel Anderson standing before him was a famous influencer of the underworld—in other words, someone who could be called a crime lord.

‘Even after I prodded everyone around him so blatantly, I can't believe he didn't so much as blink….’

Just in case, he had even dragged Encard, Sephiel, and Voldor into it, creating enough confusion that no one could tell which family had been pulling the strings.

Yet the expression of the person who had actually experienced it all was not merely impassive; he looked bored.

At this rate, even if he boldly declared, ‘The Winchester family was behind everything,’ it did not seem as though he would get much of a reaction.

‘…Abel Anderson, better known as Hotdog Man.’

Area 49 was located on the outskirts of the circularly designed city, and it was so vast that its sheer scale was difficult for the city government to handle.

Some people even claimed that this was why the city government had designated Area 49 as an extraterritorial zone called a special administrative district...