"Stop him!" Alexander's harsh shout echoed across the space.
Justin raised his hand casually, signaling the others not to pursue Steve. The prospect of meeting Dorian Crawford, the leader of the Devils, had caught his interest.
Alexander approached him with a puzzled expression. "Mr. Miller, why let him go? We could end this now."
"Let him run," Justin replied, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with practiced ease. "He's the perfect bait to draw out the bigger players. Then we can deal with all of them at once."
Alexander stood speechless, struggling to process Justin's casual confidence. Justin's abilities clearly exceeded anything he had imagined, and his dismissive tone toward Dorian and Steve spoke volumes.
Connor's face lit up with genuine delight. "Remarkable... Mr. Miller
