The moment Black Snake was attacked, the news had already been channeled to the hands of today's concerned party.
In a café that seemed inconspicuous at first glance, by the window, a young man and woman were sitting together, appearing utterly ordinary as though there only to kill the dullness of the afternoon.
If there was anything worth noting, it was that among them the male was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, while the young woman opposite him exuded an enchanting air.
"Miss Medusa, I'm afraid we'll have to part ways for now."
The blonde foreigner flashed a suave smile before placing a small box on the table and gently pushing it forward—as if close friends were exchanging keepsakes upon parting.
"This is just a small part of that object. I believe this should prove our sincerity. As for the remaining part, I think it's more appropriate to reveal it when you've presented something of equal value in exchange."
