"Really?" Arno paused, his hand holding the wine glass, his eyes filled with gossip. "Do you already have a clue about the culprit?"Lambert lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the red liquid swaying in his glass.Despite his indifferent expression, the depth of his eyes exuded a chilling coldness.He spoke casually, "I want to set up a trap and I need your help."Arno speculated with amusement, "Is it for your beloved fiancée? I must say, you're so devoted. Is she worth it?"Lambert's eyes softened slightly, his tone unwavering, "She is."Arno leaned back slightly, sighing, "Alright, it's up to you. Tell me, how can I help?"Lambert remained indifferent, his deep eyes revealing an unsettling coldness. He spoke nonchalantly, "Get some people from South Prison..."Arno understood with a smile. He clinked his glass with Lambert's. "No problem, bro, consider it done!"Lambert raised his glass. "Thanks."...Three days later, in a cell at South Prison, a woman curled up on her be
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