To the bishop, Debra and her crew were small fry.
A hundred years ago, the Four Great Families might've been untouchable. But now? Their roots were shaky.
The Illuminati, on the other hand, had grown unstoppable.
For the stone, he'd see them and let them feel the Illuminati's might. It was something callows like them couldn't touch.
"Tell them I pick the time and place," he said. "Get the stone ready. If it's fake, they'll get the harshest punishment from God."
"Yes, Master," Michael replied, turning to leave.
Lara stood up to protest, "I'm against this. We should take the chance to wipe them out and take their assets."
In her mind, the four families were nothing. When they could snatch what they wanted, there was no need for deals or games.
"God spares all," the bishop muttered. "I'll give them a shot to live. If they bow, why kill them?"
Lara fell silent, but Frederic stepped out of the shadows. He asked, "What about the stone Drake gave us?"
He'd warned Juan before, hoping he'd bail. But Juan didn't listen.
Before leaving, Michael tossed a vial to Juan. "When you see Drake, you'll get what 'blessing' means."
It sounded nice, but they both knew it couldn't be anything good.
Juan looked down at the vial in his hand. "Blessing..."
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