Power of Information

"Oh my. Is that true?" A woman gradually lied down on the bed coquettishly.

"Hahaha. You don't believe me? I'm the great merchant, Ranz." The middle-aged man pumped his chest proudly. His hand was moving like a snake as he licked his lips vulgarly. "Hehehe. And tonight, you are my trophy."

"Kyaa."

Unbeknownst to him, there was another woman observing them from the outside. She walked to her small office on the top floor before sending a letter.

All of those letters were directed to the hub city instead of the Golden Dawn City. Of course, the recipient was none other than Harley.

"Hmm?" Harley was reading the letter leisurely while lying down on the brothel manager's lap.

"Is there something wrong, Master?"

"Just look at this. See if you can understand their intentions." Harley gave the report to her.