Ose Owen knew perfectly well that searching like this was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.
But the King of Hades didn't earn his name for nothing. Even though he was no longer a killer, people still couldn't find him.
Unless he showed up in person, otherwise, it was going to be very difficult!
Hearing this, Lorraine Hanson fell silent. He seemed to be waiting for Ose Owen to calm down, and only after a long while did he switch topics. "Ose, I want to ask you something."
"Mm…" Ose Owen was sitting on the hotel sofa at the moment, one hand propping up his head, fingertips kneading his temples. His eyes were closed, looking absent-minded. "Go ahead."
"Ahem." Lorraine Hanson coughed twice first, clearly finding it hard to bring up. He went quiet for a moment, then asked softly, "That day at the Blue bar, didn't you drink that bottle of vintage Whiskey? What did you think of it?"
"Not bad." Ose Owen answered in just two words.
