In the alleyway, Griffin had Bansey help unlock his handcuffs. “You hit really hard.” “And to think I still considered you a friend.” As Griffin rubbed his wrist, he grumbled. Bansey let out a cold laugh. Ever since Griffin had stolen his only change of clothes and twenty bucks of his private stash, and on top of that, borrowed five bucks from Ada in his name, Bansey had wanted nothing more than to strangle him. It was truly despicable. “You’d better not cross the line.” But Bansey just snorted coldly. “Money is the best thing!” “As long as it exists, so does the baseline.” “Then the baseline is just like underwear in the bathroom. If you don’t take it off, you’ll end up soiling your pants—not just the underwear, but the pants get dirty too, and it might even seep down into your shoes.” Griffin replied with a smile. Then, Bansey glared at him, disgusted by his vulgar words. Immediately, Griffin shrank his neck and put on a smile. “You see, the affairs of the wealthy are real issues.” “The problems of the poor are just poverty.” “I’m not afraid of being poor. I just want to be a responsible young man, who is proactive and strives to resolve every issue diligently.” Griffin quickly shifted his rhetoric. Bansey felt his temples throbbing painfully. “Shut up, I’ll shut up.” “But the secret information I got about ‘targeting Miss Giselle’ won’t be able to be shared then.” Griffin looked regretful. Bansey demanded, frowning. “You were the one who told me to shut up.” “And you are the one asking me to speak.” “Man, you are really being unreasonable, just like…” Griffin wanted to continue, but Bansey’s hand moved to his holster. Instantly, Griffin stopped speaking and said with a serious expression, “I have two candidates here.” “1. ‘Dog Claw’ Brooke.” “2. The merchant, Sidlin.” “According to my sources, these two are most likely to be the agents of the Ghost Squad.” Bansey looked at Griffin with suspicion. “Where did you get this information?” It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Griffin, but even he and Edward had exhausted countless efforts and had not found any information about the Ghost Squad, yet Griffin seemed to have found it so easily. This gave Bansey an unrealistic feeling. “Could it be a trap?” Bansey continued to inquire. “Why do you think I went to buy lottery tickets?” “Do you really think I would care about such a small amount of money?” “Waiting for someone else to blaze the trail for us!” Griffin said, revealing a smug smile. “You sold this information to others as well?” Bansey glared at him. “It’s a win-win situation.” “Besides, now is the time for us to make a move.” With that, Griffin ran toward the outside stalls. By then the crowd had already dispersed. He casually ran out with a backpack, and Edward followed suit. The others watched as Griffin pulled out a cloak and two coat-like quilts from the backpack. “You’re not thinking of…?” Bansey immediately got the idea upon seeing the quilt-like coats. “Exactly what you’re thinking.” “How could we show up in our true faces?”