Hearing this voice, the boy leapt up as if electrocuted, staring at the entrance in shock and disbelief, never having imagined they could actually find this place.
"Hmph, if you'd just handed over the money earlier, all of this could've been avoided. Now I had to come here in person."
"Bet you didn't expect this, we owe it to your 'good friend' for helping us find this place, hahaha—"
Against the faint light outside the door, two tall thugs wielding clubs cast long, dark shadows that enveloped the young boy and girl inside the room.
As one of the thugs spoke, a boy with a bruised and swollen face, wearing tattered clothes, was violently thrown in, crashing harshly onto the floor.
"You are... Buto?!"
Upon seeing the face of the boy who had fallen to the ground, Landon couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
"Landon, I'm sorry..."
The boy lying on the ground moved slightly, murmuring a barely audible apology, not daring to meet Landon's gaze.
