"Indeed, a smart person,"
"I was just flailing in the river, clutching at straws!"
"I have nothing left, naturally I would grasp at anything I can!"
Losa 11 said with self-mockery.
"You will soon have everything."
"Now, I need you to immediately announce that everything that happened before was your doing."
"Make one up yourself."
Donna said, smiling gleefully.
Losa 11 said indifferently.
"As for the next step, wait until you've made your announcement, then I'll tell you."
"Remember, I'll be watching the live stream."
After Donna finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Looking at the receiver emitting a busy tone, Losa 11 frowned slightly.
He wanted to delay things further, but the other party didn't give him the chance.
Will it be discovered?
It should have been concealed, right?
Losa 11 wasn't so sure.
Then, the eleventh heir of the 'Losa Family' began the live stream as Donna had instructed.
If possible, he really didn't want to do this.
But even a slight delay would invite suspicion from the other party.
More importantly, up to now, Jason hadn't sent back any message.
Did something unexpected happen?
With such unease, Losa 11 sat behind the desk.
He straightened his posture, recalling the demeanor of his eldest brother and father, faced the camera, and revealed a wicked, maniacal smile.
"You all suspect that the previous incidents were my doing?"
Donna watched Losa 11 on the screen, her face as cold as ice.
The moment she hung up the phone, not a single trace of a smile remained on her face.
Because she knew that Losa 11 was lying to her.
Not that she had realized it herself.
'That thing' had been sending her signals of danger ever since she had hung up the phone with Losa 11.
This was another function of 'that thing' besides misdirection.
Although the range of the warning was broad, making Donna unsure of where the real danger lay, she immediately began 'simulating' possibilities in her mind.
This was her own Talent.
Then, using the last ability of 'that thing,' she pushed this Talent to the extreme.
That was hundreds of drills!
Ordinarily, she wouldn't do this, preferring to rely on time to accumulate experience.
But at this moment, she couldn't care less.
Donna took a deep breath.
Her nostrils were filled with the stench of blood; she brushed her hand across.
Because in the end, victory was still hers, theirs.
With that thought, Donna sent a retreat message to her subordinate.
Utilizing the Deputy Leader's 'thing,' Torres entered the 'Game Mansion' as if no one else were present.
This wasn't his first time here.
Moreover, he had the complete design of the 'Game Mansion' imprinted in his mind.
Thus, he easily found the first target: Dorse.
Dorse, the security chief of the 'Game Mansion.'
Outwardly independent, without any family backing, but secretly, he had the full support of both the 'Send Family' and 'Hera Family.'
Indeed, he was originally from the 'Send Family.'
It was precisely because of such support that he could become the security chief of the 'Game Mansion.'
As for a true self-made person?
Perhaps there were some, but Torres never saw any.
Pushing open the office door hidden in a corner of the first floor, Torres walked in.
The faint sound of the door closing alerted Dorse, engrossed in his thoughts, to snap back to reality.
Raising his head and seeing the empty office, Dorse was taken aback.
Was he so nervous that he was hallucinating?
Why do I, one of the heads of this mansion, have to be in this corner on the first floor?
Dorse could not help but think to himself.
Discontent became increasingly evident on his face.
Then, his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the recent message from Losa 11.
Did the other party really think he could be easily intimidated?
With just a few words, they expected him to obey?
Dorse thought to himself while he discreetly dialed the secretary of the young Send 3 heir using a secure phone to confirm and report certain matters.
As for the young Send 3 heir being dead?
Young Send 3 was in the Send Family's 'safe house,' which was not only heavily fortified and strictly guarded but also possessed many secrets that were not publicly known. It simply wasn't...
Secrets that were not publicly known!
As though he had realized something, and perhaps sensed something, Dorse looked up.
His hand involuntarily reached for the gun in the drawer.
But a dagger had already swept across his neck.
Blood sprayed out like a geyser.
The desk in front of him, the carpet, and even the office door were dyed red.
Dorse's eyes were wide open.
Until his death, he never saw where his assailant was.
And Torres was standing right behind him all along.
After confirming Dorse was dead, Torres finally moved around the desk, ready to leave.
There are many ways to kill a person.
Slitting the throat is certainly the most direct.
However, such a 'sloppy' throat-slitting was not Torres's preference.
He preferred it to be more clean-cut.
But recalling the Deputy Leader's emphasis on 'deterrence,' he chose this unnecessarily gruesome method.