In the dim dungeon of the Seaside Manor, "White Whale" sat slumped on a chair, covered in blood...
Galahad, with his injured back straightened, stared coldly at this middleman shark, and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't care about the 'Round Table Knight' at all, so why spend money to acquire it?"
"White Whale" twisted his body in pain and said with a bitter smile, "The 'Spartans' were crippled in Mexico, and I need a top-ranking team to attract business, what's wrong with that?
My primary target wasn't the 'Round Table Knight'; it was your boss, 'Arthur,' who approached me and offered a tempting price, which is why I invested in the financially troubled 'Round Table Knight.'
Saying this, 'White Whale' looked down at his own mutilated hands and said in pain, "I can understand your anger, but you must realize that you're all mercenaries; 'business is business.'
