Black Dog blew a puff of smoke after walking up front while glaring at Harvey York, who was having his tea.

Kamishita was lying on the ground like a dead dog in front of Harvey, occasionally twitching his body.

After Harvey finished his tea, he raised his head and glanced at Black Dog.

“You’re Briewood Gang’s lackey?” he calmly asked.

“Oh! So, you know who I am?” Black Dog exclaimed with a peculiar tone while showing a wretched smile.

“Since you know we’re from the Briewood Gang, why would