"Hey, you bastard...!"
"...Why did you bump into me?! Don't you know who I am?!"
Bravus exploded the moment he felt himself pushed. His face turned red with rage as he shouted at Clayton.
Clayton, who had already predicted something like this might happen, immediately grew irritated. But just as he was about to teach Bravus a lesson, the man suddenly stumbled—then collapsed.
Thud!
Clayton froze. "Huh?!"
Even lying on the ground, Bravus kept cursing.
"Damn you, Clayton! How dare someone as lowly as you defy me?! You should be bowing down and licking the soles of my feet!"
Clayton was quickly losing his patience. Bravus was clearly trying to provoke him, and unfortunately, it was working. But just as Clayton prepared to retaliate, he noticed something strange—Bravus's eyes were closed, and he was muttering nonsense.
From the outside, he looked completely unhinged.
Clayton narrowed his eyes in suspicion.