Arms of the Angel. It was an amusing name for a private loan business, but then, the name also possessed a terrifying implication: being in the arms of an angel meant dying.

The Arms of the Angel was notorious enough to be among the top three best-known businesses in Vivaldi. The office itself was inside a massive building. There were gangsters on the first floor who appeared to be the employees; they were likely in charge of collecting money. They were playing cards as if they were at a bar.

“Is Haisha here?”

When Ten called out the boss’s name, a gangster who looked quite decent approached Ten and lowered his head. “It’s been a while, what brings you here?”

“I am here to see your boss, of course. Haisha is upstairs, right?”

“Yes he is but… Are you here to borrow money?”

“Do I have to tell you that?”

“If you’re here for a loan, we can help you. The boss cannot meet people right now.”

“Why? Did something happen to Haisha?”

“No, it’s not that, but...