Chapter 7
Before the Reaper appeared to avenge the desserts, in a secluded area—
Thirty Fixers had gathered.
They had assembled to exterminate the crime syndicate this time. Occasionally, Fixers would temporarily cooperate on assignments.
Their target was the Three-Headed Dragons.
A fairly notorious organization.
"The Three-Headed Dragons. According to the intel, it’s a syndicate led by three lizardman brothers who claim to be descendants of the dragon race. They were born as mutants, far surpassing their kin in physical ability. Their violent nature makes them a constant menace, always causing trouble. Each of them is classified as an A-rank threat. If all three are together, their threat level rises to near S-rank."
An orc, Stahl, explained calmly while Red listened in silence.
She was smoking a cigarette, gazing up at the night sky.
But her mind was elsewhere.
After a brief pause, Red spoke in a low voice.
"I can handle this alone."
"I know. If it’s you, you can take them down easily."