"Even if you took this position, you wouldn't be stable, Liszt, you're not cut out for this."
Doringger held a Giant Axe with one hand, standing on a giant rock he had uplifted, with waves churning and storms roaring behind him.
This wretched pirate in front of him didn't understand the weight of this position.
Liszt.
Ivy League exchange student from the Department of Applied Optics, but...
Triad Gang Boss.
"Is that so? What if I just want to enjoy myself? Experience being the Boss for a while."
It seemed like returning to that dark night seven years ago.
The scar across Liszt's head throbbed with excruciating pain in the rainy weather, his expression became extremely cruel, like a cold-blooded animal, black and red ghost fog twisted in his palms, condensing into a terrifyingly large Warhammer, tangible, steaming with black and red shadows.
