Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie reached out and clasped Colby's hand.

Colby might have looked indifferent on the outside, but deep down, he was all heart.

The staff they had just encountered must have been with Colby for quite some time.

Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes was playing dirty, aiming to make them crumble by watching their own people end up behind bars, one by one. "I'm okay."

Colby's voice was low and steady. He tightened his grip on Sophie's hand and said, "Let's check the back room."

Sophie nodded.

The back room was a mess, littered with cigarette butts and filled with lingering smoke.

Sophie had seen these machines before in Summerfield.

She recalled when Odie had taken her to a construction site, boasting about building a den of sin.

After a moment of silence, Sophie said, "Looks like Odie's got his hands all over this."

In Summerfield, nothing moved without Odie's say-so, including these machines making their way to Devonport.

Colby gestured to the people outside, "Take everything to the station."

"Yes, sir!"

raiding just one place? Devonport's already crawling with these arcades," Sophie said, frowning. "I heard them say this place has been open for at least a month. That means, even before we went abroad, someone had already started setting up shop here. And after we

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