Brooks� smiling face hovered like a ghost next to Arya holding a torch.

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Chagall sat at the iron gate of the underground water canal dripping with water and was immersed in thought as he sharpened a cheap kitchen knife.

�La Enemy.�

Killing countless lives, there was never a time when I wasn�t convinced of the pleasure of killing.

Unlike most murders out of necessity, murderers kill for pleasure.

Then you realize that the pleasure is so intense that you can�t live without tasting it even for a day.

Just as it is not a sin for a beast to hunt for food, it is not a sin for a murderer to kill a person.

Murder is prohibited by law in any country, but what Chagall feared was God�s judgment, not human rule.

To him, Ra Enemy was a special being who taught him the fear of murder for the first time.

As if his tongue had been cut off, like impotence, killing had ceased to be enjoyable after meeting him.

�kill.�certainly.�

Chagall�s eyes shone eerily.

Meanwhile, Sirone and the others follow Brooks to the meeting room.

On the way, Lufist revealed the identity of Chagall, but Brooks only shrugged.

�is it so?�When you do this job, all sorts of guys will come in.�

That was the end of the impression, and when we arrived at the door of the conference room, Arya hung a torch on the wall and said.

�I will go first.�I�m tired.�

�It�s okay, don�t you have to walk away?�

�You seem busy, but do something.�Sirone, see you next time.�

Arya pointed at Sirone and said.

�Ah yes.�Go carefully.�

It seemed that there would be nothing to do next, but Arya turned around without asking anything as if she was sure.

As she left, Lufist asked.

�Are you okay, that girl?�

�This is the Tessiya family.�It�s heavier than my subordinates, so hold on to your worries.�

Brooks, who was boastful, opened the door and went in, but Sirone stopped and said.

�Hey, we want to stop too.�If you write a confirmation that you have completed the request����.�

�Oh right.�Right.�

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