After Griffon dealt with Emelyn, he took Taya’s hand and was about to board the helicopter, but a lazy voice came from behind: “Hey, I saved your she-wolf, and you don’t even say ‘thank you’ before leaving. That’s really ungrateful, isn’t it?” Griffon turned around, his cold, snow-like eyes darkening when he saw the man with one hand i his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth. “Herb Carmine!” Herb raised his chin, his elegant thin lips curling up slightly with a hint of sarcasm. “You actually remember me, that’s quite impressive.” Griffon grabbed Taya’s hand and instinctively used a bit of force. “Did he save you?” Taya nodded. “Yes,...