Chapter 1161: Why would I want to be number 2, when I should be number 1?
[REAPER’s BASE]
"So, that’s how it is, huh?" Ram rocked his head solemnly, snapping his eyes at Hera. The latter was reclining on the couch with her head on the backrest, shaking her feet that were resting on the coffee table, her eyes shut.
It was hard to know if she was truly listening or thinking of something else. After all, she didn’t raise any questions to Ulysses or even react to anything he said.
"Leave us," Ram ordered to the other members of the Reapers guarding the lobby. "Tiger and Moose will be here any moment. Although Tiger already has an idea of what’s going on, Moose and Primo might get the wrong idea. Joker said he couldn’t contact the two, after all."
The members of the Reapers simply agreed and followed Ram’s instructions. But before they left, they picked up the weapons carried by Ulysses’s bodyguards. They even searched the bodyguards quickly to make sure they had no weapons anymore. Once they were done, they left as quietly and as quickly as possible.
Now, all that was left in the lobby were Wolf by the stairs, Ram across Ulysses, Ulysses’s bodyguards, and Hera.
"You’re saying the rightful owner of the Oxley is Hera?" Ram repeated and Ulysses nodded. "And that she should return and reclaim what’s hers?"
"Yes."
"And why would she do that when she already has a lot of plate being the head of the Reapers?"