That night.
The wind howled by the sea.
The sheet metal on the warehouse roof rattled in the wind.
Steven came to the railing on the warehouse's second floor, and the Butler brought him a sofa.
He sat down comfortably. His seat faced the main entrance, giving him a clear view outside.
"This spot is perfect. I can sit back and enjoy watching Old Ninth get cut to pieces."
He could hardly wait to see how Old Ninth would die.
As he spoke, he reached behind him.
The Butler immediately handed him a glass of red wine.
"This fine wine is fifty years old. A happy occasion like today deserves it." Steven took a sip, then looked at Yu Leer, who was tightly bound beside him, and asked with a smile, "Do you think your man can make it into the warehouse alive?"
"He won't come." Yu Leer's hair was disheveled, her little face covered in grime as she spoke dejectedly.
Despite her words, her eyes remained fixed on the area outside the warehouse.
"He and I are just... strangers. He won't risk himself for me."
It sounded as though she were telling herself that.
Telling herself not to get her hopes too high.
Although Old Ninth's forceful rescue yesterday had set her heart fluttering, she still did not believe he would put himself in danger for her.
"Tsk, tsk." Steven gently pinched Yu Leer's little face and smiled sympathetically. "How pitiful. You don't seem to understand your man."
"He..." Yu Leer pulled free of his hand and said plaintively, "He isn't my man."
"Someone like Old Ninth... really isn't boyfriend material." Steven smiled smugly. "No sense of romance, nothing but his brothers in his heart. Right?"
"That's not true." Yu Leer pouted. For some reason, hearing someone disparage Old