Across from the fast-food restaurant, there was a hotel.
The scale wasn't large, it looked quite ordinary, with nothing remarkable about it.
At this moment, in a room facing the fast-food place, a middle-aged man was standing.
He was wearing a suit, one hand in his pocket, holding a glass of red wine, quietly observing everything below.
And this person was the one referred to as Mr. K by Hillor.
His name was Kidd, codenamed King, mainly responsible for matters in Europe.
He was also a key figure within the Anglo Organization.
"Mr. K, they've gone to Bulage, but have yet to make an appearance."
The speaker stood behind Kidd, body straight, unusually respectful.
"No one has followed them, right?"
"As per your orders, we locked on to their movements at the airport, but did not follow further."
"Those kids have decent counter-surveillance abilities, following them could cause problems," Kidd said:
"But with their methods, they might take action tonight."
