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  "Boss, boss," a man dressed in a suit rushed inside the quiet bar. "What is it," a man replied whilst sipping on whiskey. "It's the higher-ups," the man panted.

  "What about them?" the one who sat turned around to face the messenger. "I was told to inform all the gang leaders that The Red Seals have been exterminated. Apparently, on a weekly check – their hideout was found destroyed with not a single soul left alive," the face red from exhaustion, the message ended. *Bang,* a gunshot echoed. "Please no more killing, refurnishing cost a lot," the bartender spoke out in anguish.

  "Sorry about that," Karlson stood. The man who ran inside wasn't killed – rather, the bullet went pass so close that he ran away. The death of a messenger had no merit, especially if he came from the higher-ups.

  "Staxius Haggard exterminated the Red Seal?" Jason figured an intelligent guess. "I presume," he sat back down and continued to drink.