Chapter 812: We did our best
"Now that you mention it, when I met Dragon, he picked his enemies meticulously. Initially, I thought he simply wanted a low profile. But now that you mentioned it, it does make sense. He started making bold moves when Hera slowly succumbed to her ’disease,’ and he’s been unstoppable since then."
Another wave of silence befell their shoulders as neither Hunter nor Deborah dared to break it. Their exchange compelled them to remember the past. Both of them joined Dragon’s organization around the same time, with Hunter only a few months ahead before she joined. Back then, their enemies were still small-time dons. Despite Dragon’s growing power, wealth, and influence, their organization remained low profile.
Everyone thought Dragon was copying Hera Cruel’s way.
The Reapers were an infamous organization, but at the same time, remained low profile. Everyone knew about them, but there were times when people almost forgot about them because of how quiet and mysterious the organization was. Even so, prominent dons and bosses in the underground never dared to rub them the wrong way.
Therefore, since most of them knew Dragon was a former Reaper, they thought their organization would be like the Reapers. But alas, it only lasted for quite some time. Ever since Dragon got Hera in his custody, his every step was enough to make waves in the underground. Now, Dragon was infamous in the underground; his name was enough to bring terror into people’s hearts.
"So... everything is planned, huh?" Deborah’s voice was barely above a whisper as she realized she was wrong from the beginning. "They just waited for Hera Cruel to fall."
Hunter let out a short hum. "She’s the biggest obstacle they had to go through. She’s like a wall back then — a wall that is higher than a mountain. Climbing over that wall is impossible. So... so they broke it, pounding it until the wall showed cracks, taking advantage of it."
"Now, that wall has completely broken down," he added, laughing bitterly. "Hera Cruel... what a legend, but now, she’s nothing but his plaything. His doll. Everyone who hears about this will surely lose hope. If he could do this to her, then he could do this to everyone that catches his eyes."
Deborah slid her eyes to the corner, biting her tongue to stop herself from speaking. She looked away from Hunter, thinking about Hera once more.