"What makes you think you can work with me?" Sunday looked at Gallagher.
"The fact that the famous Robin has chosen to stand on this side, too." Gallagher smiled. As everyone knew, you didn't even have to look for or guess the weakness of a man obsessed with his little sister. It would reveal itself to you all on its own.
Without question, his plan had seized on Mr. Sunday's weakness:
"Add a lead on a traitor and a bright future for Penacony to the mix-would a special drink like that suit your tastes?"
With his eyes half closed and a smile on his face, Gallagher watched Sunday.
After he finished speaking, the head of the Oak Family fell silent. Only several seconds later did he speak again:
"I find it hard to believe that a man made entirely of lies could have much truth to offer."
Gallagher paid no mind to Sunday's hostility and simply continued, "That's fine. You don't have to trust me. What you should trust... is the justice in your own heart."
"...Let me see Robin first." Sunday once again insisted on seeing his sister.
"Sure. As you wish. Here she comes..." Gallagher shrugged and looked to the side.
Sunday immediately turned to look.
The crisp clicking of heels against the ground stopped abruptly. Firefly, who had approached after spotting Gallagher, came to a halt. "...?"
The two men had suddenly turned to look at her together, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Some instinct inside her stirred, and she nearly set Dreamflux Reef ablaze.
After all, before she was Firefly, she was the Molten Knight Sam-Glamoth's War Machine against the Swarm.
It was like the conditioned reflexes developed by people who frequently did something or underwent certain kinds of training. Little Fish and Yanqing made for a