Chapter 80. Diablo

Damien knocked on the small door of the bar. A huge man opened up and he strolled in, not sparing the man a word.

 The place was teeming with young men and women. It looked like a club house, as well as a dr*g baron’s base.

 It irked him to be around such place but that was the only place he knew to get the help he needed.

 He arrived at a door, after walking down the hall for seconds. It was rough like someone usually scraped it with spoons. Damien ignored it and knocked on the door twice.

 “Come in, boss.” A deep voice replied.

 Damien walked in, adjusting his mask. “Thank you, Diablo.”

 The Diablo smiled, flicking his pen. “Whenever I see you wear a mask when walking in here, it makes me want to laugh.”

 Damien rolled his eyes, taking the mask off. “It’s because you run this place like it’s some illegal place when it’s not. I can’t risk my identity being exposed.”

 A young girl ran into the ro