Juan paused. "Help me keep an eye on Ivan."


    "Sure," Gand agreed.


    "Debra is smart, but she trusts the people around her too easily. She''s not ruthless enough. Sooner orter, she''s going to get hurt by this," Juan sighed.


    "Not ruthless enough? Where did you get that from?" Gand asked, puzzled.


    He had spent quite a bit of time with Debra. Marion was supposed to be the decisive one, but from what he saw, Debra called the shot.


    Marion was tough on others, while Debra was tough on herself. It only meant she could be even tougher on others.


    Juan was silent for a moment. "With Marion by her side, I''m not worried. But things in Seamar City are chaotic. Your father was right to keep you at home. It''s not toote now. You can still go back."


    "Uh... How chaotic are we talking about?"


    "Bloodshed."


    ...


    The next day, at the Royal Grand Hotel, Drake adjusted his suit.


    "How do I look?" he asked.


    Kale nodded. "You look great."


    "Good," Drake said. "Make sure to bring more people. Today''s my session ceremony, and I don''t want it to feel too empty."


    Just then, a noise came from outside the door.


    "Watch out!" Kale cried out.


    In the next instant, the door swung open, and gunshots rang out.


    Kale shielded Drake with his body


    and got shot. Despite the pain, het


    pulled out his gun and fired two shots at the intruders, but they managed to dodge.


    The gunfire quickly drew attention. Drake''s people rushed up, but the attackers were quicker. They vanished in no time.


    "Kale!" Drake rushed forward to press on Kale''s wound.


    The bullet had hit him in the lower abdomen. Clearly, they were aiming for Drake''s life.


    If Kale hadn''t thrown himself in front of him, Drake would''ve been a goner.


    "Boss, chase them," Kale muttered weakly.


    Drake shouted, "Call a doctor! Be quick!"


    His men hurried off to carry out the order. Drake''s mind was in chaos.


    Suddenly, the ss behind him


    bet


    shattered. He felt a sharp pain in his back. He turned around and saw a


    shadow outside the window.


    The shooter was wearing a white mask. One of his hands was holding a gun, the other seemingly hanging from a wire. He quickly slid down and escaped from the scene.


    "Boss!" Kale cried out.


    Drake looked down at his chest which had been prated by a bullet and coughed up a mouthful of blood.


    Kale struggled to get up and shouted at the panicking crowd. "Call a doctor!"


    ...


    Debra and Marion came out of their room, ready to attend the session ceremony.


    Randy rushed up and shouted urgently, "Bad news! Something happened to Drake."