“Without him,” Bridget continued, “You’d be long dead. Despite this, you want to kill him because he’s more powerful than you. How can I not laugh when an ungrateful little prick like you exists?”

A frown marred Phaedrus’ face. At the same time, hopelessness flashed in his eyes, knowing Bridget’s loud announcement made it impossible for him to regain his group’s trust anymore.

He sighed, locking eyes with Brock while saying, “I’m indeed a member of the authorities, but you’ve got one thing wrong—I’m not a spy sent by the authorities, police, or the government. The truth is very much the opposite of what you think; I’m not a spy, but I have a bone to pick with the authorities!”

“Hah! Hilarious. I doubt anyone would believe what you’re saying.” Brock rolled his eyes at the former. His face paled once more as he was unwilling to accept the cruel truth; he was the only one who would believe Phaedrus, regardless of how bizarre the latter’s words sounded.

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