CHAPTER 32

　　The door to a club flung open and a tall dark man with tattoos drawn over his whole body walked in, he nod his head in greeting to the two guards at the door and proceeded to a dark corner where a figure in a hoodie is sporting a glass of wine in hand.

　　He settled himself on the couch opposite the figure and crossed his leg as he waited for the person to speak up.

　　"Did you get it?" A feminine voice whispered, he leaned forward in his seat and pushed his hand into the inner of his suit, pull out a blue folder, and passed it to her.

　　"I told you, you can never find any secret agent other than me. I can find the bones of someone who has been buried thousands of years ago," the man boasted.

　　The lady scoffed and tilted her head up a little but all that man could see is the dark blood-red lipstick on her lip. He tried getting a better view of his client but she didn't give him the chance to see anything.