"Seems your position within the organization isn't as simple as you've led me to believe," Dean Bruce remarked, giving Alita Miller a thorough look. Judging by her earlier demeanor, he had a strong sense that her strength wasn't as modest as it appeared.
At the very least, she was not as weak as she presented herself to be!
Alita's breath caught as she rolled her eyes. "Here I am discussing serious matters with you, and you're making jokes?"
Dean Bruce kept his expression calm as he continued, "The target is a department head. Even if his personal strength is considerable, he's likely well-guarded on every outing. Not easy to kill."
"Elvis and Cyb have a personal vendetta. Aren't you close with Lord Cyb?" Alita smirked. "If you get his cooperation, we could track Elvis's movements with precision. That way, we could set up an inescapable trap. With your help, killing him would be easy. And if Lord Cyb gets involved himself, all the better."
