Tonight, some people were simply fated to mysteriously disappear off the face of the planet…

Soon enough, Gerald found himself hovering over the Hoklux Gang’s headquarters…

As previously seen, the Hoklux Gang was a bunch of hooligans, and the head of the group was a vicious man known simply as Roger. From the rumors Gerald had managed to gather, he was frequently summoned to the Great Council for ‘coffee talks’.

Upon phasing through the headquarters’ ceiling, Gerald was immediately greeted by the sight of the scarred man kneeling before a seated person—whom Gerald assumed to be Roger—while saying, “I apologize, master…! We truly are useless for being defeated by others…!”

“That you all are! Rubbish! To think that all of you weren’t a match for a single man! You’ve truly embarrassed the Hoklux Gang this time!” retorted Roger as he glared at the scarred man.

Hearing that, the scarred man and his subordinates simply lowered their heads, not having the guts to even look up.

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