Chapter 1790: Three moles
"I am living this life without regrets, and even if I die at this second, I will not regret any decision I made."
The granny chuckled as she thought of what Penny had said earlier. She shook her head, standing outside the hut as she gazed at the empty tree line. Penny and the other two had already left, even though the granny insisted they stay until this all ended.
Not that she expected them to listen to her.
However, she did offer them some mode of transport at a different location. After all, Penny and the guys with her planned to go on foot. And they planned to loot any vehicle on the way — if there was one available.
"What a reckless young lady," the granny muttered. "But she is right—she’s better off without the Shadow Order or the Zorken Family."
Because holding such power comes at a cost, and it’s not a cheap one. After all, the affairs in the secret society were far more complicated and dangerous than those happening on the island right now.
The granny stared at the clearing for a while until she turned and returned to her hut. As soon as she sat down, she tapped the rough table very faintly. Not long after, someone came knocking on the door, and a huge man walked in. He barely got in through the small and short door, but he didn’t fully walk in.
The man stopped just a step from the open door, his shadow stretching inside until it reached the old woman’s feet.
"Madam," he called.
She gave him a look. "Look after that young lady’s group."
"Madam, you said you’re not going to meddle with the battle on the island," said the man monotonously.
"I did say that, however, I might still be curious who would claim the Shadow Order," she said, chuckling weakly. "But it’ll be a waste to have so many people dead on this island."