Kang Yoon-Soo and his party went up to the upper floor. Some of the Black Tiger Clan members had brought fire retardant shields as they fought off the remaining fire; staff-wielding Magicians had also arrived, spreading ice magic to quell the fire. They were quite orderly for a criminal organization.

Henrick clicked his tongue and said, “It seems like we didn’t inflict much damage to these guys.”

The headquarters of the Black Tiger Clan was vast and wide, but there was nothing else special about it.

A sweet and addictive fragrance flowed out from somewhere, tickling their noses. Iris asked as she sniffed it, “What is this smell? It doesn’t seem like a normal cigar.”

“They’re drugs,” Kang Yoon-Soo replied.

A few of the clan members were doing drugs at the scene of the fire. A man who was rolling up some kind of dried leaves approached them and asked, “Hey, you guys! You just came out of the basement, right?”

Kang Yoon-Soo and his party stopped upon hearing those words, but it seemed the man hadn’t noticed them, as their faces were covered with the makeshift masks and they had the tattoo of the Black Tiger Clan on the backs of their hands.

“I can tell you guys are newbies. What happened in the basement? What caused the fire?” the man asked.

“I was near the gas chamber. Some guy was smoking, and it seems an ember flew from his cigar,” Kang Yoon-Soo...