They remained groveled, speechless, as if waiting for his last words before he did the inevitable.
Then he spoke.
"Seven years… Seven years of thievery. Just the two of you?"
The kneeling figures stared into each other's eyes, still wondering where he was going.
"Yes! Yes, sir. Just the two of us." They stammered.
"If you try lying to me, the consequences will be greater than you think," Syril said seriously, his voice firm and cold.
"Yes, sir. It's just the two of us," they replied hastily.
"Then how? How come you managed to go this far? The societal system is now this corrupt and bad?!"
The question was more for himself or rhetorical. Syril himself had a fair share of the terrible system. He probably wouldn't have suffered much if the government tried to balance and tackle the societal issues and its impact.
Needless to say, he was mad, furious and questioning if the issue would continue without intervention.
