?<strong>Chapter 560:</strong>


    “Very well. Muisvedo will always be at your service,” Kylo replied.


    A dealer approached, holding a ck tray.


    On ity the gilded dagger Allison had used to sever Amor’s fingers, now stained with dark, dried blood, along with the revolver.


    “Mr. Vargas, should I dispose of these?”


    The dagger was precious, Kylo’s preferred weapon. He kept it on him at all times.


    However, he turned to Allison.


    “Present them to Miss Scarlet Snake. Consider them trophies of tonight’s game.”


    The dealer handed Allison the box.


    Inside, she saw the blood-stained dagger and the revolver, weapons she had just used in high-stakes games. She raised an eyebrow and quipped, “Quite the gift.”


    Ken, who was supposed to be watching from a sofa in the corner, suddenly appeared beside her.


    “These items are a bit dirty. Allow me, Ms. rke,” he offered, his voice even.


    Allison looked up, noting his sharply tailored, pitch-ck shirt that clung to his frame, enhancing his austere presence. His face held an imprable calm as he casually took the dagger from the tray.


    From where she stood, Allison found herself captivated by his hands — long, deft fingers with prominent veins and strong joints, capable and sure.


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    Ken drew a silk cloth from his pocket, pressing it to the de to wipe away the stains. The crimson smears stood out starkly against the fabric.


    “A beautiful dagger,” he murmured, his voice steady but edged with an unsettling chill.


    He nced up, catching Kylo’s gaze. For a moment, the air between them thickened with tension.


    The dagger was so sharp that it sliced through the silk, leaving tiny shes in the fabric.


    Red mixed with white, a dark ribbon of color and scent.


    “This ornate dagger,” Ken said, examining it with the same steady calm, “is rare. You won’t find it on any market.”


    With that, he sank the dagger, cloth and all, into the surface of the gambling table.


    Thud—


    The de sank in deep, ringing faintly against the wood.


    “I’ve heard that only those connected to the Mafia in Vrining possess such weapons,” he continued, his voice thick and low, akin to an unfathomable ocean.


    Kylo chuckled from his seat, leaning backfortably. His ck leather gloves caught the light, glinting coldly.


    “It was just a costly acquisition,” he said. “At this level, who hasn’t wed their way up? Connectionse with the territory.”


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