Thobias' hand trembled as he turned to his son, gesturing for him to open the door. Kevin was trembling all over, unaware of what had happened outside. But under his father's intimidating gaze, he had no choice but to comply. As he tremblingly opened the door, the sight before him almost made him vomit his dinner.

An old man sat between the two bodies on the floor, a dagger dripping with blood in his hand. A deep wound on his neck gushed blood like boiling water.

Patio and another merchant were already dead, but the old man named Moran was barely alive. "Do you know why you two weren't killed?" He looked at Thobias and Kevin.

Thobias tentatively asked, "Because we are still useful to Celestria?"

The old man smiled. "Because you don't know the exact location of our organization."

Kevin frowned, glancing at his father subconsciously. The guilt on his father's face made Moran's dying face turn pale.

Moran widened his eyes and struggled to get up, probably wanting to continue killing