Chapter 147: Musician Hamel (7) - Loyalty of a Criminal Organization

There is a three-story haunted mansion on Mistheaven's northern street.

Its towering walls and iron fences seem to symbolize the glory and aloofness once enjoyed by the mansion's owners, while the gloom and darkness seeping from the mansion itself seem to substantiate the story that the head of the household was beheaded during the revolution and the remaining family members committed suicide with drugs, despairing over their miserable future.

Stories about haunted mansions of this sort usually came paired with tales of foolish trespassers sneaking inside, but this place was an exception.

The young men who climbed over the walls with their lungs puffed up to prove their courage never returned, without a single exception.

The residents whispered that it was the curse of the nobles who had become ghosts, but a few people knew the truth. And they kept silent.

They were not afraid of ghosts, but they were afraid of the ‘organization’ that used the mansion's rumors as a screen to conceal its headquarters.

“Hah, honestly. This place is gloomy no matter when I come. The smell of dust makes me feel like my lungs are rotting.”

A man forcibly squeezed his obese body into a white suit and a red tie that exuded luxury at a glance, complaining with a cigar in one hand.

Even the belly that swayed with every breath and the gold rings on his fingers made him look like the very embodiment of a vulgar nouveau riche.

“It's not the dust. It's the cigarette.”...