"Run, you three… run! You… can't beat him… Hurry, call for… backup!" Quilin was frantic, her voice loud and urgent as she saw Crite approaching the trio. But was her warning of any use to Delroy, who always held such a high opinion of himself?
Crite, with a tone of elegance and a hint of perplexity, inquired:
"How did you come to the conclusion that I would be here? You don't seem to have encountered me by chance."
Delroy, gripping his sword and concentrating on Crite's hands, slowly responded, "Surprised how I found you? Ever since I learned of your escape, I've watched all your files. A review of your past crimes reveals you're a master at seizing opportunities, so I looked for you where the opportunities exist. Honestly, had I not seen your criminal record, I might have been fooled by your facade of decency."
Crite chuckled with refinement and said,
