Queen in the Dark Night

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The raised wine glasses gently clinked together, producing a crisp ring as the fragrance of alcohol spread through the room. Oni casually lit a cigar and sat down, taking a comfortable puff. "Haha, we still managed to take down Parvitt in the end."

Lluvia replied, "It's not over yet. It only counts as finished once we return safely. Don't celebrate too soon."

Oni didn't take it seriously. "From Neymar at the beginning to Parvitt at the end, this concentrated string of assassinations is sure to leave the police racking their brains over what connection there could be between them. But the truth is, the only connection between these murders is that they were all our handiwork. Those incompetent cops will never figure out that the people we killed were commissioned by different clients. The strategist simply gathered them all together and completed them in one go."

Lluvia subconsciously looked toward the figure before the floor-to-ceiling window. Song Haoran was gazing out at this City of God. Before they had left their base, the strategist had said: "After accumulating so many commissions, we've finally waited until all these people ended up in the same place. We might as well deal with them all at once. Only by arranging my time properly can I have enough vacation to squander."

Lluvia lowered her glass. "Still, Parvitt's influence was simply too great. He was extremely cautious whenever he went out. If the hostage incident hadn't caused everyone to let their guard down, I'm afraid we wouldn't have found it so easy to strike."

Oni said disdainfully, "I had already locked onto that old man before the hostage-taking even began. That guy was slippery as hell. It took us a great deal of effort to catch him appearing in a place with so