After Noah left the house, Juno glared at Minda and his wife and said, "Fuck!"
She raised both hands and extended her middle fingers at them. With her hands tied, that was all she could do.
Minda and his wife looked extremely awkward at Juno's gesture. Naturally, they knew why she was doing it. Minda also understood now that those two people had come for this young girl.
"Sorry, we had no choice. You know that," Minda said quietly and awkwardly.
"Shit!" Juno answered with just that one word, expressing the full extent of her fury.
"Ah!" Minda finally let out a long sigh and said nothing.
A few hours ago, the couple should have been dead. After being brought here by the little mustache, they now understood what it had all been for. But what could they do? As Ordinary People, even with money, they had nothing that could help them escape danger.
How could Ordinary People participate in a war between superhumans?
When they had been questioned just now, could they really have refused to answer? Otherwise, would there have been a good outcome?
If Minda had any regrets, then perhaps he regretted it a little.
But as someone who controlled vast amounts of capital, if selling information in a crisis could ensure his survival, then naturally, his own life came first.
So there was no real guilt to speak of, only a slight sense of embarrassment.
As Juno glared at him, he merely sighed and put on an expression of helplessness. That was all. Even apologizing to Juno was only meant to express a little awkwardness. Beyond that, there was nothing else. In his view, there was no point in anything more.
"Sir Noah, all the ambushes have been arranged. I also added another ton of