"It seems...I won the bet."
These words remained in the air, and though the shouts, curses, and sounds of the battle between the Iron Fangs and the three gangs was loud in the background, these words seemed to take precedence in the world.
The expressions of Tibat changed at these words, and surprisingly, her expression was the ugliest between Merath and Jorra.
Jorra had a calm expression behind his mask, however, the bone chilling aura he emitted told a different story about how he felt toward those words.
Merath was the only one that seemed truly indifferent.
She tilted her head slightly and spoke with narrowed eyes.
"I was right. This was your doing."
Simon did not give a response, and Merath chuckled.
"You really are an enigmatic one, Broken Halo. How did you deceive these fools into working for you? How much resources did you use, all so that you could win this bet?"
"And what the hell? You were hiding under the causeway the entire time? How ingenious."
