Winston wore a serious expression and said, "Judging by their tactics, he must be the Fate Weavers. Collect these items, and we'll get to the bottom of this."
Despite the possibility of using fake identities, the unique stainless steel playing cards couldn't be forged.
"Damn, that fight was frustrating," Griffin muttered, still annoyed.
"Don't sweat it, Griffin. That guy was too scared to face Mr. Drake in person. Mr. Drake handled him easily, severing both his arms in no time. I think my grudge is settled," Scott chimed in cheerfully, eager to praise.
Griffin glanced at him, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Scott stood his ground, unfazed. "What? I'm telling the truth."
Griffin chuckled, shaking his head at his words.
As Winston headed toward the door, he said, "Okay, the matter's re
