299 Ambrose Vs. Dreadnought

Dreadnought, with his face covered by an orange mask and wearing a nice-tailored suit, which was an unusual getup for him, walked down the hallway with the voices from the bidding hall turning louder with each step.

He seemed to be in a hurry, as he didn't want to make his boss wait.

At that moment, he saw a person sitting in a small lounge area with only the light from the ceiling keeping him company.

Dreadnought recognized his face.

'Ambrose, the Black Demon.' He thought to himself. 'I recall seeing his wanted poster. Why is he sitting here? I should probably mention him to the boss.'

"Ah, finally." Ambrose looked away from the ground and raised his gaze to the orange-masked Dreadnought. "I've been waiting for you."

"Huh?" Dreadnought let out a confused sound, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "What do you mean by that?"