Right then, Anthony felt as though he was being scolded by his mother like when he was little.
But this had come too late. He lowered his head, and he could not say anything else. He had planned this with effort for so long, but all of his efforts had gone to waste. He was completely defeated.
At this time, on the rooftop of a building nearby. A helicopter quietly stopped there. A man whose face had a centipede tattoo was sitting on a chair while holding a telescope. He saw everything that had just happened.
Weiss was standing beside him.
“Master, Anthony looks like he could not hold it anymore. Do you need me to urgently arrange any manpower over?” Weiss asked.
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