In the back alley, pants pulled down to his ankles, Dice lay unconscious on the puddle of rainwater and garbage.

"What a disgusting one. I literally had chills when he started pulling his pants down."

Aren said with disgust and pulled the Human Flesh Mask off his face to go back to his normal face underneath.

The beautiful dress that he was wearing disappeared. He returned back to his cheap long black coat, trousers, and hard boots.

While Human Flesh Mask stole the appearance of people, it also could mimic their voices and clothes.

This 'lost woman' appearance of his was his own creation. It was styled after his own understanding of what an extremely beautiful woman would look like.

Thus, he stole the appearance of his imaginary woman. That's also how the mask could be utilized.

Even Melia didn't know that one could use the Human Flesh Mask like that, as Aren had very much mastered its use already.

However, the clothes weren't original creations. He saw them on display in a store window and stole their appearance.

"Now… I shall take your ugly appearance."

Aren looked at Dice's ugly fat face, put the Human Flesh Mask back on, and turned to look like Dice.

The same clothes that he was wearing draped over him, transforming him into a mirror image of Dice.

"Toothpicks…"

He rummaged through Dice's pockets, took out the toothpicks, and took one to put in his mouth while the rest he stuffed inside his breast pocket.

"Let's do this!"

…

In the back alley behind the Gambler's Den, Dice's men were waiting for him anxiously, as it had already been like twenty minutes since he left.

The High Ranker bodyguards, who were sitting on the second wagon, looked quite pissed already after hearing that Dice chased after some woman.

"It's been pretty long already. I don't think Dice can last longer than ten seconds in a bed, kahahaha!"

One of the Dice's men laughed, and a few chuckled, as they had also heard the rumor of Dice's pathetic performance in bed.

It was a rumor shared by some of the girls over in the brothel house, so some believed that it was true, and others thought it was a hoax.

If they told that joke in Dice's presence, they would definitely get beaten to a pulp.

In that moment, they saw Dice walk with a smile—he crossed the street—and was still buttoning his pants.

"He is smiling… His smile sure is ugly."

"…He must've had some good time with that lady… Damn, I am jealous!"

Dice's men whispered among themselves.

"What are you all whispering about? Let's get going! We don't have all the fucking day!"

Aren, wearing Dice's Human Flesh Mask, roared and jumped on the driver's seat of the money wagon—there was another with him—a middle-aged man driver.

Dice's men and the bodyguards felt their eyebrows twitch at his words.

They wanted to scream, 'You're the one being late,' but they couldn't, as Dice was Mr. Fortune's left-hand man.

In that moment, the middle-aged driver grabbed the reins and gave a proper lash at the horse, and the wagon lurched forward.

It rode off into the street with the bodyguard wagon slowly following behind them.

All of the safety deposit boxes kept clinking at the back of the transport money wagon as they slowly made their way down to the Steel Bank.

'…Steel Bank is not far away, as it is also in Money District, so I have a couple of minutes before we reach that place.'

Aren scratched the back of the seaweed hair of Dice's and glanced behind at the bodyguard wagon.

It was following behind, and there were about four of them inside—all High Rankers—and they were ready to fight at a moment's notice.

'…While the Human Flesh Mask is indeed powerful, it's not all-powerful. There is one thing that it cannot trick, and it is the Mind Image.

'If the bodyguards bother to check my Mind Image, they would see that I am a level lower than Dice with a completely different Mind Image.

'Of course, they don't have any reason to check my Mind Image. Unless they suspect that I am not Dice.

'I really need to get my hands on whatever artifact Miss Angelica uses to block anyone from seeing her Mind Image. It would help me so much!'

In that moment, the middle-aged wagon driver slightly tugged on the reins as there was a vegetable cart crossing the street.

"Come on! Hurry the hell up!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

'…A chance!'

Aren pulled out the revolver, pointed it sideways at the driver, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

With a bullet to the temple, the driver died and fell off to the side of the road.

Aren took the reins, whipped the horses into a frenzied gallop, and raced past the vegetable cart.

"Ah, the hell!"

The vegetable cart owner cursed after him, and then heard the neighing of horses behind him.

"The fuck!"

The bodyguards saw the dead middle-aged driver on the side of the road and saw Dice racing off with the money wagon.

"That motherfucker Dice is stealing the boss' money!"

"Go after him!"

"Kill that bastard!"

They whipped the horses, but the vegetable cart was on the way, and the horses just kicked their legs into the air in frustration.

"Out of the fucking way!"

With a sword in hand, one of the bodyguards sliced the vegetable cart and its owner in half, spilling all the vegetables onto the street.

The horses then broke into a gallop, running over the corpse and the cart.

"Where is he?"

"I don't see him anywhere! He must've taken a turn, as this road is going straight for a long while, and we don't see him anywhere!"

"No one really kept an eye on him to see where he went? How the hell is that possible!"

"It's because these darn horses kicked their legs up so they blocked the view!"

"We must find Dice, or the boss will fucking kill us all!"

With urgency, the bodyguard wagon raced onwards, and it didn't matter if there were pedestrians in the way; they just ran them over.