"I''ll take that as apliment," Fermin said, his fingers tapping the wine ss on the table. "Actually, I want to make a deal with you guys."

    "Oh? What kind of deal?" Debra asked.

    Fermin set his wine ss down. "I want you to hand over Drake."

    Debra was taken aback, and he continued, "I''ve heard that when you were in Orkgate, Drake made things difficult for you. If I''m right, you two must only have animosity between you. Handing him over shouldn''t be a problem for you, right?"

    "That was a long time ago," Debra replied, stressing her tone. "Speaking of which, we used to sit together, discussing how to deal with Jeffery. Your pajamas were left behind in the Potter Mansion. Ring a bell?"

    Fermin''s smile faded, and his eyes glinted with coldness.

    The wound on her shoulder still ached, but Debra kept herposure, trying not to show any fear in front of Fermin.

    She couldn''t figure out what he was thinking. But Andrew had once said, the game between archrivals was like this.

    Momentum was everything. If one side showed fear first, they had already lost most of the battle.

    Debra continued, "It seems you remember. Then you should know that I don''t betray the people around me."

    "Then there''s no other choice," Fermin said.

    Over a dozen men burst out of the corner, surrounding Debra and Marion.

    Debra snapped, "You''re not keeping your word."

    "I never said I was a man of my word," Fermin said with a small smile. "The people you brought with you? They''ve been surrounded by my men, just like you''re right now."

    "Is that so?" Marion snorted. "Don''t be so full of yourself."

    In the distance, the sounds of fighting echoed, but theysted only three seconds.

    Then heavy footsteps were heard approaching.

    Marion grabbed Debra''s hand and motioned for her to sit down.

    "I''m here out of respect for you, but if you don''t honor it, don''t me me for ying dirty," he said.

    His men positioned themselves behind Debra and him.

    Debra spoke up. "Can we talk now?"

    "Alright. We can meet half-way," Fermin said. "I want the stone that Drake has. Hand it over, and we''ll call it even."

    "Call it even?" Marionughed, pulling out his gun and loading it.