The Best Thieves in the Gang (1)

"Listen up. We received a commission. We need to search for a house in the east district where a young boy lives. We don't know exactly what we're looking for, so we'll need to take anything that looks unusual or suspicious."

"What the fuck does it mean we don't know what we are searching for, boss?"

Both Zachary and Greg frowned. "The client wasn't clear about what it is. I think even they do not know."

"This is stupid," Greg said. "Do we at least have any details about the homeowner?"

"Weirdly right question for you, Greg," Howell could cry. Greg wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed among his men, and him asking the right questions was as rare as unicorns.

"The property belongs to a 16-year-old, an E-rank kid with a sharpening brain crystal power." Howell didn't say it was Erik Romano, Frant's awakener.

"The kid's at a school tournament and won't be back until three." He looked at Zachary across the room, the smartest of the two.