"You, you murderer! You can't just take the Lauder Armaments like thi--"
"Shut the fuck up, this belongs to my brother in the first place."
A short but stuttering gurgling sound could be heard, echoing in a room that was elegantly walled by marbles. There were also all sorts of weapons and other tools decorated on the walls, filled with gold and other exorbitant objects that one could think of.
"Brother… did we really do the right thing?" Harvey, who was standing on the side, could not help but look to the side as Gerald snapped the neck of an old man sitting on the end of the fancy room.
