บท 1004: A closeted masochist

"Can you… forgive me, Hera?"

Deborah gasped in horror, darting her eyes between Hera and Dragon. What was going on? She glanced at the men inside the same space, and they seemed they also have the same question as her. 

What sort of turn of events was this?

Wasn't Dragon ready to kill her? Even if he was bluffing, wasn't this act a little too out of character?

Ever since Deborah started working for Dragon, she had never seen him vulnerable. Even when Hera was in a coma, he continued to navigate the treacherous waters of ambition and greed. He was unstoppable. It was the same for those who joined Dragon's organization. Although the former members of the Reapers couldn't say otherwise, the Reapers respected Dragon, and he had a good reputation among all the underbosses.