"..."
With a calm expression, Boris looked up at the thin man standing before him. He hesitated for a moment before turning to the other two, not knowing where to begin.
Just a few days ago, they were still excited about embarking on a big heist together, but now, their passion seemed to have dissipated and they all appeared to be considering giving up.
At the moment, they were holed up in a dimly lit room in a rather remote house, which they had found as a temporary resting place.
"Are you all giving up?"
"No, boss, we don't mean that."
Carney, who was part of their gang, spoke up with a complex expression: "The main thing is, as you know, we brothers have been law-abiding citizens all our lives. But now... we can't seem to get past this hurdle in our hearts."
"Besides, to tell you the truth, we don't really want to become a terrifying organization like Carl Jacob Company. We still have attachment to the federation."
"What are you talking about?"