The man put down the picture and the glass of wine on the table. He picked up his cane and walked out of the room, led by his men. Anyone who would see his cane would know his identity as soon as possible. The customized silver cane had a skull ornament on its handle which was biting on to a ruby stone. It was said that you can make a fortune by just selling his cane but you would have to pay for your life if you want to get your hands on it.
He wasn't that old but his leg was injured, the reason why he was using a cane. "Did you verify it?" the man asked his subordinates as they walk towards the front porch.
"Yes, sir. We verified the information and that the young lady had been staying in the orphanage for a year."
