"C-counterattack?" The informant stammered.

After straightening his back, Victor shifted Ava's picture towards him. "There's no point in attacking someone who is on the verge of death. So, no need to mince words on this one. Get rid of her. Don't worry about her dying mother."

The informant was shaking slightly. "O-okay, Sir."

Raising his eyebrows, Victor tapped on Finnic. "For this one," he pushed Mrs. Miller's photo forward. "It's not just her son who is impudent, but herself too. Being ...