Agnes shouted furiously, "But you killed someone, and yet you speak of humanity. Does the devil know anything about humanity?"
Kearney circled around the cage. "What I mean is, in this harsh world, survival of the fittest is the natural law, just like you said before—those who are dead don't feel pain, all the suffering is endured by the living."
Those were indeed words Agnes had once said.
Agnes had foolishly used those words to comfort Kearney.
Now she found it both ridiculous and tragic.
Agnes didn't want to discuss morals with a demon.
All she wanted now was the truth: "Kearney, if I'm not mistaken, your true target wasn't my brother; you had plenty of chances for that. You actually wanted to take out our godfather. So you orchestrated a terror plot during Phoenix's wedding. Your target was Sean, but those thugs were after godfather, killing two birds with one stone. You're so cruel."
Kearney didn't deny it.
In fact, there was even a hint of admiration in his gaze towards Agnes.
Kearney said, "Septima, do you know? You've always been smart and brave, probably the only person who dares to talk to me like this."
Agnes was no longer just suspecting; she was almost certain.
"Godfather has been so good to you, practically handing over the business of Albert's Arms to you. Why would you do this?"
Agnes thought of many reasons but still couldn't understand.
Kearney wasn't in a hurry to reveal the answer.
Kearney said, "Guess, why would I do that?"
"Because you want power. You're into this drug trafficking business, and godfather would never agree to that, so you wanted to eliminate godfather and become the boss of Albert's Arms yourself. That way, you could do whatever you wanted."
Kearney said, "I have so many businesses, mountains of gold and silver, why would I need to traffic drugs?"
Agnes frowned.
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