No time was wasted – as soon as the call connected, Dylan cut straight to the chase.
"I'm under suspicion," he said, standing beneath the cold, white glow of the morgue, his voice low and heavy. "This round ends here."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a voice that was clearly struggling to contain its emotions.
"No, I haven't had enough yet."
Dylan's expression turned icy.
"Anthony, don't you dare make me take you out myself!"
This time, the silence on the other end felt even more intense, building up the anticipation.
Seconds later, the voice finally returned, sounding extremely reluctant, as if struggling to suppress a sense of loss and resentment.
"Got it, Butcher. It's been a real pleasure working with you! I'll wait for the next game to start."
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