Surben spat, clearly stunned.
He had once heard a late-night radio commentary featuring a scathing short documentary about this exact man.
Out of sheer boredom and curiosity, Surben had found that Cruxius was often seen publicly with an endless string of beautiful, random women across many different high-society occasions.
"...Which exact radio station was that, and what was the name of the loudmouth radio jockey?" Cruxius asked, his eyes narrowing, genuinely caught off-guard. In most cases, such sensitive information was violently suppressed by the ruthless Blac family, so revealing anything of the sort was incredibly rare and dangerous.
For this blind hermit to know about it, it meant the family had carelessly overlooked a small, underground FM channel leaking the truth—a surprisingly admirable, yet fatal feat.
