Ten minutes later, Stefan exited the hotel through the emergency exit. He quickly headed into an inconspicuous black van in the corner of the street.

The van quickly entered an alley and disappeared into the night after a few turns. No matter how good a person was at tracking, they wouldn’t be able to find out who the van owner was in a short time.

After finally leaving the bustling streets, Stefan let out a sigh of relief before taking a sip of his mineral water that came all the way from France; fatigue was written all over his face.

It was just a simple chat with Harvey, but he still felt completely exhausted for some reason.

The privacy glass on the back slowly rolled down, and a monk with nine tonsures on his head spoke up.

“How was it?”

Stefan quickly showed a stern expression.

“I met with Harvey, Master. He’s way too confident. Not only did he refuse to work together with me, he even said that he’ll deal with Amos alone.”

The monk froze; his calm face contrasted with his