At this point in the conversation, the girl suddenly shifted her tone and spoke deliberately, "But I can help you win."
Xino arrogantly held his head high.
"I don't need help from nobodies."
Seemingly tired of this fruitless exchange, the girl eventually decided to end the charade.
"Vivian."
"What?"
Xino blinked, seemingly having heard the name before, but couldn't quite remember where he had heard it.
This was a common occurrence.
Even if you had met someone at a party, it didn't mean you would remember their name.
The girl sitting on the wall didn't explain but simply leaned back slightly.
In the instant before she fell back behind the wall, her petite frame suddenly transformed into a swarm of bats, merging into the boundless night.
As if she had never been there.
"This is an olive branch from the next, next head of the Colin family."
"Think it over, you dumb donkey."
...
The Temple on Elm Street.