A grand plan had been underway for a long time, known only to him in its entirety.
Yet, on the eve of its initiation, a twin-blade thief, appearing out of nowhere, snatched away his Walkman.
Without the negotiation materials, all the arrangements were ruined.
He had no choice but to switch gears and accept the commission from Dust Explosion. He triumphed over the Red Lion, but he was still defeated. After this episode, how many would leave the organization?
"Boss..." "Boss!" "Boss."
The voices of his subordinates echoed in his ears, indistinct. Scenes from his arrival in the Sky City flashed through his mind.
Forcibly taken to a city in the air. A world of utter chaos. Power that could only be wielded with followers.
Only violence could solidify one's status. Defeat enemies. Climb to the top.
A prison with no escape. An unbeatable foe.
Controlled by that single obsession, Demon spoke hoarsely, voicing thoughts he wasn't even aware of.
"I must show some spine..."