Sketch tilted his head, looking at the tall figure emerging from the shadows with confusion.
"That's enough, Mr. Marsh."
Lann spoke softly from under his hood.
"He seems to have no more intel, but earlier, he already revealed enough information."
Lann continued to walk forward, and for some reason, the person blocking his path instinctively stepped aside as he approached.
"Now you can leave, Mr. Marsh."
"Eh... eh! Okay, I'll just..."
"No, who calls the shots here, aren't you aware, Marsh?"
Lann, Marsh, and Sketch each followed with their own lines.
The gang leader, originally unable to contain his joy upon hearing Lann's words, exposed a mouthful of rotten teeth through his grinning mouth.
But as he turned to leave, two gang members behind him unsheathed two daggers from their belts at Sketch's signal.
The blades gleamed brightly under the dim candlelight.
Marsh's face went rigid.
