"So, how did you transform into Ren? No, why did you transform into Ren? You already have money, and now you also have fame. If you had just won this race with your real face," Letti asked, her eyes narrowing with curiosity and suspicion.
Anon, clad in Ren's persona, leaned against a nearby lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips. He met Letti's gaze, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Well, Letti, there are reasons why I can't tell you that. But rest assured, I emerged victorious in the race," he responded, his voice dripping with a confident tone.
Letti's brows furrowed, clearly perplexed. "Don't tell me you are going to take down the Denver House of Justice?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Anon chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, you fool. Why would I do that?" he replied, his voice betraying a sense of amusement at the notion. "There are other plans in motion, ones that require careful execution."