Diego led them through a door. It opened to a private casino, but the place was practically empty, except for the guards and one table where a man with blood-red hair sat: the dreadful Marxon.
"Finally, I get to meet the man of the hour, the rising star himself, Don Angel," Marxon said joyfully, wearing a very unnerving grin with an unbuttoned black shirt.
"No need to flatter me like that," Don Angel chuckled.
"How can I not, seeing how bravely you walked in here accompanied by only one man. One of you must probably be Superman," he chuckled.
Vincent swallowed hard. 'I honestly pray he is at this point'
"Have a seat," Marxon invited.
Don Angel sat on the other side of the table, while Vincent chose to remain standing behind him—just like Diego was standing behind Marxon.
"But I'm really curious… why did you come here?"
"Why else? Because I was invited to an Association meeting. But seeing that I'm the only one here, I have a feeling the other members won't be attending."
