It waste at night.

    Inside the church, soft light filtered through the colored ss, casting a shadow that stretched long and unnerving.

    Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the vast space. A young man dressed in a ck robe and wearing a mask entered.

    "Didn''t get the job done, and you''re still here to face me?" The bishop''s voice was low and ominous.

    The young man was unfazed. "Debra and Marion are keeping Drake well protected. We had no chance to move. The Potter family guards escorted him the whole way from the airport. We couldn''t act."

    The bishop paused, his fingers tightening around the ring in his hand.

    "The Potter family?" he muttered, "Without Andrew leading them, they''re just a bunch of misfits."

    "It''s not so easy to remove Andrew," replied the young man. "Rumor has it that he was crippled in a kidnapping incident, but he''s still walking. And another rumor said he was dying, but he''s still kicking and alive."

    "The Four Great Families only have one person like that. Debra and Marion can''tpare to their ancestors."

    "I don''t think so. They and even Jordan are not easy to deal with. Marion is a monster. You didn''t see the way he killed people. Debra is his anchor. Without her, he''d be unstoppable."

    "What are you trying to say?"

    "Well, fighting the Four Great Families shouldn''t be our focus. Don''t touch Debra if you don''t want to get burned by fire. If she dies, Marion will snap. We can beat anyone, but we can''t beat a madman."

    The bishop twisted the ring on his finger. "What if this madman is crippled?"

    The church fell silent for a moment.

    He continued, "You said Debra is his anchor. He loves her, but he''s never been honest with her. If Debra finds out his secrets, what do you think will happen? He''ll be dejected and broken, just like Jeffery. No matter how talented someone is they always have a weak spot I can''t wait to see them destroy each other."

    The young man muttered, "I guess I was wrong. You''re a madman, too."

    The next day, Randy had already

    called Debra and Marion more

    Sand Marion more

    Debra groggily opened her eyes and looked at the shing screen of her phone.

    "Hello?" she answered.

    "When are you twoing back?" Randy''s voice was cracked with frustration.

    Debra pulled the phone away from her ear, waiting for him to calm down.

    "I told you, right? We''re handling some business overseas."

    "What kind of business keeps you away

    long? You have no idea et

    whate

    e been dealing with the

    past few days."