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Devon, the middle-aged man, paid no attention to Rollen.

His piercing gaze briefly swept over Westley as he spoke with an icy edge, "Kid, did you say you're planning to kill someone at the Freeman Mansion?"

"Yes, I did," Westley admitted without hesitation.

He could sense that Devon possessed considerable skill.

But what of it?

Westley had no patience for those who feigned superiority