Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Damon Reyes stepped into the staff elevator, and with a swipe of his employee card on the reader, the originally sealed panel immediately opened.


A team member pressed the button for the penthouse floor.


Eight people crammed into the wobbly elevator, some with grave expressions, some with sharp gazes, and others feeling the shake of the elevator: "Damn, how old is this elevator? Can't the Engineering Academy come and fix it?"


"It's because we're overweight." The Half-blood Elf said with a smile.


There were eight people present: two Dwarves, four humans, and one Half-blood Elf. Under normal circumstances, they should not be overweight.


Unfortunately, a Giant Half-blood was the last to board.


"Hetti, our master wishes for us to work well together, doesn't he?" The hulking figure was not angry, but proficiently pulled out an automatic gun from his waist pouch.


Chapter 305: The Vessel of Life