"So, you're not planning to get involved? Tch, alright, alright, Four, since when did you become so cowardly?"
A glint of mockery flashed in Toret's eyes as he fastened the button on his chest and, along with the effeminate man, left the room.
Watching the two leave, Geralt curled his lips into a smile and said, "Four, don't you think it's about time we shuffled the seats of The Nine?"
"Six is too impulsive. Owen is not someone you can easily provoke. He can't, and shouldn't, make a move against Owen directly."
"Then why didn't you stop him just now?"
The man fell silent for a long time before finally muttering, "I heard Six's casino business is booming."
"Hahaha! Oh, Murt, you act all honest and upright, but you've already got your eyes on his business? What, is your fight club not doing well?"
"It's full of useless trash. Of course, it's not making money."
...
On the 88th floor, inside the room.
