Many people in this world rely on first impressions.
Of the few children of order, perhaps only Constantine truly dreaded Tang Xian.
To the Siren, shouldn't this clown-like Number Seven be at his mercy to trample on?
Finding himself to be the victim of such a scheme was nauseating. Anger also clouded his thoughts, and he asked without understanding:
"Didn't you already kill Ju Mang and Ganesa?"
Tang Xian looked at the Siren's raging appearance and found it increasingly amusing:
"Who decreed that a woman with dark green hair must certainly be Ju Mang? Or that a person with Indian curly hair and brown skin must definitely be Ganesa?"
The Siren paused, his breathing became rapid. He was furious that he had been fooled by such a trick.
"But indeed, those two heads did look very much like theirs. After all, they were meant to confuse you."
Tang Xian took a few more steps forward.