"That fatso told you, didn't he?" Gerald asked.

At the mere mention of the Scarlet Lord, Gerald immediately knew what the question was about.

"Yeah, he's right here next to me. And by the way, that masseuse just now? He was the one who called for her," Felix said.

Gerald immediately started cursing.

"That useless idiot! His mentor stayed pure and disciplined his entire life, and somehow, he ended up with such a disgrace as a mentee. And the audacity! He dares to call for masseuse Number 12 just like me? What kind of taste does he have?"

Luckily, Billy wasn't eavesdropping. He was too busy chatting away with the masseuse, holding her hand like they were old friends.

"Let's focus on what's important, Mr. Hoffman. What do you know about the Scarlet Lord? Could he still be alive? According to Billy, there's a possibility."

Gerald got back to the topic at hand.

"There's no way I can give you a definite answer. After all, it was that old bastard who went to kill the Scarlet Lord, not