Chapter 79: The Eighth Step

Dark handed me a cigarette. After igniting it, I took a deep drag, gazing below at two individuals who had once conspired to eliminate me. Now, they were on the verge of a violent confrontation. The atmosphere was charged with a unique intensity, reminiscent of a puppeteer orchestrating a play. The figures below were mere marionettes in my hands—no, perhaps more aptly described as puppets.

As Dark also observed the unfolding scene, he turned to me and asked, “Lupan, I can’t quite comprehend this. It is a deadlock. Aside from a confrontation, I see no other recourse. How have you managed to incite this skirmish while remaining unscathed?”

I slowly exhaled a plume of smoke, watching the white tendrils dance in the night air, and proceeded to narrate to Dark each intricate step of my plan.