Gate Pavilion, Wolsing.

A tiered stand displaying an assortment of pastries stood in front of Vaughn accompanied by a pot of hot coffee, its strong fragrance permeating the air.

However, Vaugn had no appetite at all despite the tasty snacks in front of him. Harvey, who was sitting in front of him, had his full attention.

Harvey sat opposite Vaughn, enjoying the pastries and coffee.

"The food here is quite nice, Vaughn. I wouldn't have come here myself. Normally, I prefer to get something from the streets. If it isn't because I'm expecting a guest like you, I wouldn't have booked this private room that needs a minimum spending of 1,000 dollars."

The corner of Vaughn's eye twitched. He then said coldly, "Enough with the chatter. You should know that if I tell the Thompsons that you're here in Gare Pavilion, hundreds of men would appear to try and kill you.

"Harvey… Just how brazen can you be? How dare you kill Hector! Don't tell me you really think that as one of the top ten fami