Chapter 103: Philosopher

It was two in the morning. Room 1815 was thick with smoke. White coils from the burning Hypnotic Incense swirled across the ceiling, saturating the air. Gustavo Weedy drifted up from a heavy stupor, head foggy, unable to recall what had happened before. When he saw seven or eight burly men in suits sprawled across his bed, he flared with rage. "You bunch of idiots-why are you lying on my bed? I called you in to help me take down that little vixen, not to take a nap!" He couldn't fathom why all...