DANTE’S SUITE

The tapping sounds of laptop keys could be heard as Dante’s fingers danced on the system board.

His eyes were fixed on it, and Eight was behind him, watching his every move.

The key sounds grew louder and louder with every second, and then Igor did the last long click, finalizing the deal.

“Yes!” He stood with a big smile.

“It’s done?” Eight said, looking at the laptop screen.

“Yeah. Father said the merchant had only traded with one person for the past two weeks, and that person is an American. Obviously, the person is working with someone in this clan,” Dante explained.

“So we’re flying to America...