"They... they were wrong. So wrong..."
"You still have such grand ambitions?" Lisi scoffed. "Put the bottle down. Save the dreaming for tomorrow."
"Dreams? Dreaming? Hahaha..."
Sitting beside them, Wei'en watched the distraught Marco and sighed to himself.
He couldn't understand what Marco was thinking, much less comprehend his sorrow.
He only knew that the ones at fault weren't Marco, nor the members of the Nascimento Clan. The blame lay with the Ernst Clan, who had caused all of this to happen.
But so what?
They would even use the entire city-state as a bargaining chip for their personal gain, so why would they care about anyone else's opinion?
The only solution he could think of was to make those people feel pain. Only then would they retreat to a corner to lick their wounds.
There was no other way.
However, Wei'en's mind was mostly focused on Black Jack, and on Director Nifa, who had already put away the forbidden item.
