Chapter 92: You Suck at Acting.

"Hey! Samora is back!"

The shout of a man sounded out in the alleys, but there was no one in sight.

Though others weren't able to see anyone, Ozul had already perceived the tens of eyes focused on him.

However, he did not stop, and the group of them walked for a while before they arrived near a seemingly old house.

If the house were compared to any other in the vicinity, there wouldn't be any difference at all. Only an old grumpy man with a cigarette in his mouth and holding a candle over a newspaper sat near the door.

When they arrived before the guy, he looked up from the newspaper and grumbled a little when he saw the woman.

"Lass! You're late. Boss has been getting impatient! And where is that Drom idiot!? More importantly, who are they?"- The grumpy guy began to ask questions on questions.

The woman who someone had called Samora before wanted to reply, but the cold feeling on her neck forced her to keep quiet.

"... Just open the door, Dem."-