Chapitre 157: Mystic Eyes (2)

"So you want my help is that it?" A voice said, nearly drowning in the sea of other voices each trying to speak louder than the other and the sound of old industrial equipment that constantly poured out a brown liquid that barely passed for legal.

Sad as it was to say, The Devil's Den wasn't a good place for holding conversations despite that being the whole point of its existence.

"Can we go somewhere else? It's a little difficult to talk here!" Hugo yelled, struggling to hear himself over all the other noises. But Mystic Eyes clearly heard him.

She nodded walking out of the room with him in tow.

A considerably large berth was left for both of them to pass. Most of the people in the place took one look at the third eye between her eyebrows and decided that death would be a better option.

Some others did the same but gave condescending looks at Hugo, snickering to themselves.