Ⅱ
Greisa Hamlet was a deeply calculating man.
Anything that could make a man like him cry out in surprise had to be utterly unexpected-he had never imagined that the hidden pawn he had planted at Barro Hamlet's side had been discovered long ago.
That was right!
Discovered!
The latest report had only said that the bastard Jimte had taken that fool Singh hostage and informed Barro Hamlet that "they shared a mistress."
But with Joel Coleman making his move,
everything became clear.
The uncle he had dismissed as useless had been pretending all along.
And...
the man was plotting something even now.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!
Greisa Hamlet cursed furiously inside.
He wanted nothing more than to return to the Inner Bay immediately and kill that useless bastard who had deceived him.
But...
what about the Bette Territory?
Everything here was already poised to strike.
If he returned to the Inner Bay now, he would lose his stake in everything here.
Little Lion weighed his options, considering the gains the Bette Territory would bring.
And roughly a second later, Little Lion made his decision.
The Bette Territory!
He chose the Bette Territory!
He was not abandoning his power base in the Inner Bay. He intended to return there with a resounding victory in the Bette Territory behind him, then settle everything once and for all!
Once he had decided, Little Lion no longer hesitated.
Instead, he began to "speed things up."
He would speed things up for Depro.
As the Eastern sailed away, Diliven was left somewhat stunned.
The mung-bean-sized eyes of Count Bette's second son were filled with bewilderment.
This wasn't how the plan was supposed to go, was it?
Standing at Rondohart Port, he looked toward the Inner River.
By now, the Eastern