บท 110: Enemies of My Enemy

In another part of City Thirteen, a dimly lit room was filled with tension as the most influential members of the Crimson Rebels gathered around a grand oval table.

The air was heavy with seriousness, their expressions etched with somberness. At one end of the table, two boys, their heads bowed, faced seven stern men, their frowns casting an icy chill down their spines.

Myles Smille, a tall and skinny blond man with piercing green eyes, occupied the table's head. However, his usual attractiveness was eclipsed by his narrowed gaze and deeply furrowed brows. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if expecting the weighty decisions that were about to be made.

He and his staff had just learned of Liam Porter's return the day after learning of Levi's death.