"That guy couldn't possibly leave such an obvious opening!"
Although Malinda said that and kept walking, she took out her Communication Stone again.
She contacted her loyal coachman Edwin once more, ordering him not only to thoroughly investigate 6 Whitebird Street, but also to deploy more men to keep a close watch on her properties in the Harbor District.
Clearly, she had already guessed something from Arthur's words.
Arthur wasn't surprised.
Malinda was always so clever.
So the young Medium hid nothing and told her outright about the attack on his people on Rat Street-
"I suppose that fellow from the Death Poetry Society has a particular fondness for me?
He stirred up the remaining forces on Rat Street and had them besiege my general store.
He even sent Greta, the Scorching Wind, as his backup.
She should be one of the people in that team the Old Lion gave him. Who knows where the rest are now?"
Arthur shrugged as he spoke.
Faced with the clever Malinda, Arthur was quite happy to put a little more pressure on her.
It wasn't out of malice.
He simply had too few people in South Los and needed to borrow her manpower to 'curb' the other side's unchecked behavior.
Just 'curb' it!
It absolutely wasn't revenge!
As a Medium, how could Arthur possibly be petty?
And since he wasn't being petty, he naturally couldn't afford to spend too much on it!
But if he brought it up himself, even if she didn't demand an outrageous price, he would definitely have to give her something.
That was something Arthur absolutely did not want to see.
With few allies and no savings, Arthur couldn't afford it.
So he could only get her to 'volunteer.'
Malinda frowned at Arthur's words.
"Greta, the Scorching Wind?
She