Dante pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiping away the blood that stained his knuckles, the crimson splatters still adorning his handsome features.

"Where is my money, you useless pezzo di merda?" Dante asks coldly, his gaze fixed on the portly old man.

"I... I couldn't get it in time, but I have something else that's worth a lot more." The burly man stammered, tugging on Aike 's leash. "A Demihuman, one of the few still alive."