Chapter 1017

Titus remained impassive as he strode into The Dark Life. "What happened? Where's Sif?" he asked the bartender. The bartender's legs were trembling as he stammered, "I-I don't know, Mr. Lionheart. All I remembered was her meeting with the South Sea Crow, and then I fell unconscious. She was gone when I woke up." Titus' eyes narrowed, clearly infuriated by the bartender's panicked recounting. His family owned The Dark Life, but there were no official ties as Titus himself set up this place. They would use it to assign missions to Blackrank individuals, and it was an exceedingly secure spot. Naturally, the public would have no idea about that—all they knew was that The Dark Life was a bar, though not particularly eye-catching. Even so, it was still illogical for a person to just disappear into thin air. "What about the cameras?" Titus asked when he calmed down, turning back to the bartender. "It's…" The bartender leveled a troubled look at the corner, where the cameras that were