Death God Adams
Veronica wore a beautiful long gown that accentuated her slender, graceful figure.
Combined with her noble, elegant bearing, she stood on the courtyard steps and looked down at the crowd below like a queen.
The big shots from every gang, along with their trusted underlings, wandered through the spacious courtyard, sampling the desserts.
It was a group afternoon tea. Since Cat's Eye had never fought for dominance and remained relatively detached, events like this had been held before.
As they ate and drank, the gang guests were also puzzled. Why had Veronica dressed so beautifully today?
She had put on all her finest jewelry and looked stunning, as though she were waiting for a date.
Not only that, she had prepared an enormous heart-shaped cake in the courtyard and forbidden everyone from eating it, leaving them utterly confused.
The Dessert Party continued in this strange atmosphere. Seeing that Veronica had little to say, everyone simply chatted among themselves.
Little Seven wore an earpiece as he served inside the villa, directing dozens of gunmen to form an Impenetrable Net.
Johnny lounged lazily on the rooftop balcony, basking in the sun.
The bosses in the courtyard exchanged pleasantries, each harboring their own schemes.
Everything was in perfect order, waiting only for a change.
But after waiting for a long time, Death God Adams still had not appeared, and Veronica could no longer stay calm.
She actually walked over to Little Seven and told him to withdraw all the gunmen!
"Miss..." Little Seven said helplessly.
"Withdraw them! With things like this, he won't dare come." Veronica said.
"If he still comes after that, it means he's merely an expendable pawn. I have to verify that." Little Seven said.
Veronica shook her head. "That isn't necessary. Making him appear is what