Although he was a servant, he was not just any servant, but a servant of the Alben Family, serving the great nobility, capable even of rising to the top. Those mud-legged gangsters wanted him too?
Hence, he didn't bother with contacting the gangsters for this kind of trivial matter. After all, dealing with gangsters was usually outsourced to outsiders by servants like them, letting them use the Alben Family's name to contact the gangs.
Those mud-legged gangsters would practically kneel and recognize a godfather upon hearing the Alben Family's endorsement, so it was the same this time to dispatch those errand people.
Thinking this way, he came to a nightclub outside the family estate, a place underground, to meet several ruffians who looked like thugs.
"This is the master's certification. You can randomly take a prostitute, let her claim the surname Alben, then be a spy for a new gang. This assignment can be handled well by you guys, right?" He looked down at these thugs.
