Chapitre 51: A Pity

Fifteen minutes later in the sewer, a burly man covered in tattoos stepped through the dirty water, done cleaning the trash. An old man climbed down the ladder. He stood atop the stone steps, gazing around. Dirty water flowed over his leather boots, leaving a yellow stain.

He furrowed his brows. A cigar dangling from his mouth, he looked around. "Which direction did they go in?"

Ten lean, vicious dogs sniffed the air. Their bloodshot eyes glared somewhere into the darkness, they began barking wildly. Muscular men tugged at their chains, but the dogs struggled until the chains pulled taut.

Ghost Hand nodded and asked, "Is it all sealed?"

"Yes, and there are men at every exit." The leader had a shaven head and a swarm of monsters tattooed behind his ear. His face fierce, he said, "Those kids won’t be able to escape."

"Then go. Don’t let them get away."