Chapter 110 The King's Tech Trap

• The shadows from the stained glass windows stretched across the floor, casting fractured light on the tension-filled conversation. Mason leaned against the rotting pew, arms crossed, a playful glimmer in his dark eyes masking his underlying desperation. Maria glared back, unwavering, her stance only growing more rigid.
• “Let’s cut the crap, Mason,” Maria challenged, arms crossed defiantly. “What exactly is this grand proposal of yours?”
• Mason pushed himself off the pew, a smile creeping onto his face. “Alright, here’s the deal.” He paused, savoring the moment. “How about we show these crime lords something worth more than their petty cash?”