When they left the prison, Dylan was waiting with the car parked at the entrance.

Mr. Satan opened the door and got in, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.

"Boss, are you tired?" Dylan selected a soothing piano piece, and the beautiful music flowed through the car.

Mr. Satan pressed his fingers to his eyes, looking weary. "How is Emily?"

"Don't worry, she's still sleeping."

"Good." Mr. Satan seemed to relax a bit, but there was still a hint of melancholy.

The car drove ...