Clank—!
"Very well steal."
Ronnie placed a rectangular box on the ground containing the Devil's Pitchfork. Pretending she had completed all the labor, she wiped away fake sweat from her forehead while acknowledging Desmond's generous remarks.
"You know he did all the work."
"Of course."
Desmond let out a smile as he continued, "The moment I saw his capabilities after bravely killing some of Dune's men, I knew he would be a vital asset in our upcoming plans."
"Now, there's improvement." Winston praised, nodding to himself. "We've endured significant setbacks by revealing many of our cards. Especially with so much at stake. Acquiring this item is a major breakthrough for us."
Winston's gaze turned icy as he swiftly turned to Desmond, "But was it truly necessary for some people to die at the ball? After all, they were just caught in the plans of the Legion and the Ten Families."
