"Ouch, that darned leader of Secret Society poisoned me before death. Curse you, Domino!" A middle-aged lady that looked like she was in her late twenties cursed in rage, "I should have tortured you before killing you!"
"Don't lose your cool! Treat yourself first." The Bandit Boss said with a mild fluster, "You are the only one among us that knows how to implant a Warble. So, we can't afford for anything to happen to you."
"Fine," The middle-aged lady calmed herself, suddenly gritting her teeth before saying, "But, ensure that Regriel is killed. It seems Domino has gifted him something. If he survives, our plan might go awry."
"Relax, the Warble is already in our hands." The Bandit Boss laughed, "So, we don't need to worry about anything. And this place is surrounded by our men and the Haggons never venture here. So, it's an impregnable fortress."
"I sure hope so…"
