Chapter 272: Are you that braindead?

Midnight.

Earl Bourkee was walking inside the empty Slum area and was looking around, trying to find Crook.

His eyes then fell on a figure sitting on the chair with an elegant posture, since it was dark, he couldn't see who it was, however, he had a hunch.

"Crook?"

He questioned.

"…"

However, there was no answer.

"Crook you old fart, is it you?" Bourkee questioned again, however, there was no answer.

Bourkee's face twitched in annoyance.

"First! You dare try to frame me with a fake letter, then you dare to call me here and now that I am here, you don't even dare to speak!?

Do you think this is a joke!?

You old bastard! Apologize to me this inst-"

Bourkee cursed as he walked towards Crook however after he got close, he paused.

It wasn't Crook.

Rather, it was a beautiful black-haired woman who was looking at him with a cold smile on her face.

"Felberta Alveye…"

Brourkee recognised this woman in an instance.