"Do you think that director's nephew might be one of those gunsmiths who got away?"
After Anthony had dealt with Cliff's body, he turned his curious gaze towards Summer, who had spent some time with the gunsmith squad.
Summer thought for a moment, then nodded. "He's not gonna die. Those idiots wouldn't dare kill a notorious criminal like him."
Summer didn't sugarcoat things just because Anthony had a low opinion of the gunsmith squad. She knew she was firmly on Anthony's side now.
"Heh, I figured as much. If anyone's taking him down, it's gonna be me!"
Anthony chuckled, satisfied, and decided not to push the matter further. He knew Summer was now completely aligned with him and wouldn't hide anything from him.
"Now that we've fired shots, sticking around this forest isn't an option."
