A Scapegoat For the Scapegoat

Luke waved his hand. "It's fine. In any case, I'm only interested in the gangsters. Whatever that hired gun wants or does is none of my business."

Elsa thought for a moment and then nodded. "You know your boundaries; there's no need to get involved in everything."

Luke nodded with a smile.

On the side, Selina covered her face with the hand that was holding the cake to hide her strange expression.

Boundaries? Get involved?

Luke's boundaries were certainly different; furthermore, there was no longer any need for him to get involved.

When they were done talking, Luke got up and left with Selina.

At that moment, he saw Dustin's office door open on the opposite side, and Martin and Roger walked out.

Martin looked pretty calm and wasn't as gloomy as before.