Chapter 529

In Marvel, Working for the System

A voice came from the darkness.

The two private detectives and three surviving high school students stared warily into it.

"It's me." Kara stepped out of the darkness.

"Why are you here?" Geralt asked.

"The gunshot," Kara said.

She meant the shot Geralt had fired at Druig.

Kara's eyes were red and swollen. She had clearly cried hard. She glanced at Daniel, and boundless hatred flashed in her eyes before she concealed it.

"Finished reading the diary?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"I'm going to finish what my father started, but I won't do it his way."

Kaecilius had been too kind. He wanted revenge, yet he had bound himself with countless rules about what he could and couldn't do.

The Gates Group, meanwhile, had money, power, and no scruples.

If she had to make a comparison, Kaecilius was a scholar.

A scholar could rebel for ten years and still get nowhere.

"Well, good luck," Geralt said.

As for telling Kara to give up on revenge... Geralt would never say that.

If you didn't know someone's pain, you had no right to preach forgiveness.

Forgiving on someone else's behalf and demanding that they let go only hurt the victim all over again.

"I thought you'd say, 'Let me know if you need help,'" Kara said quietly.

"Winchesters don't get involved in ordinary people's fights," Geralt said.

That was one reason the authorities turned a blind eye when Winchesters skirted the rules.

Winchesters had principles and boundaries, but they weren't rigid or hung up on them. They didn't start trouble, and they didn't fear it. They would never let ordinary people walk all over them for no reason. Cross a Winchester, and you'd get a swift lesson delivered by fist.

Nor would they stand by and let a