He then stood up to leave.

Before he departed, he even tentatively called out to Scar Face, fearing that the latter was pretending to sleep.

Fortunately, Scar Face's only response to his repeated calls was to keep snoring.

Hence, Declan sped toward where Platinumion was.

However, not long after he started his journey, a sense of uneasiness gripped him. It felt as if someone was watching him.

Someone's following me?

With that thought in mind, he turned around.

Alas, it was empty behind him.

“That's strange,” he muttered under his breath before turning back, about to go on.

However, just as he turned around, he was greeted by a face full of scars, and that nearly frightened the living daylights out of him.

“Oh my goodness! What is this?”


Declan jumped away.

“Dec, what's the matter with you? Dec? It's me, Scar Face! Look at how surprised you are. It's almost as if you've seen a ghost!”

That scarred face belonged to none other than Scar Face.

However, Declan was only even more frightened when he saw Scar Face, and a shudder wracked his body.

D*mn it. Why did Scar Face follow me? It can't be that Scar Face is starting to suspect me, right?

After taking in a deep breath, Declan asked, “Scar Face, it's you? W-Why did you follow me here?”

Scar Face replied, “That's what I was about to ask you. Declan, why are you running everywhere instead of playing dead?”

The gears in Declan's head started working, and he quickly said, “I'm here to piss.”

Scar Face raised a brow. “You need to piss at a place so far away?”

“Rubbish. How am I supposed to pee in front of so many people? We're the second-in-command of Phoenixion. We have a reputation to keep.”

Scar Face bobbed his head. “Hm, you have a point. I've been holding my pee too, so let's do it together.”

“Okay,” Declan forced himself to answer. “Turn around, and don't pee on me.”

Scar Face obediently turned around.

Now's the time!

A vicious look crossed Declan's face, and he swung his fist toward the back of Scar Face's head.

However, just as he inched closer to Scar Face, something cold touched his abdomen. Then, Scar Face's even colder voice traveled into his ears. “Stop.”

What?

Declan quickly lowered his head to see a machete against his stomach, and the handle of the machete was held by Scar Face.

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