Red Clo had been imitating the former Black Kler all along, employing some inferior methods.
Even though he could easily play the part of Black Kler's neurotic persona, acting was after all just acting. In front of an audience of Jiang Shu's caliber, it wouldn't take long for him to be defeated.
After all, all of Black Kler's techniques were nearly irreplaceable, and he almost never did anything meaningless.
And now, Red Clo, just to get a meeting, pulled off this kidnapping stunt, seeming like a supercriminal, but in fact, quite low-end.
"What game?" The smile on Red Clo's face disappeared in an instant, and he calmed down, feigning ignorance in his response.
"The game of imitating Kler," Jiang Shu continued, unabashedly exposing him, "You are not Kler, even if your face, your lines, and your behavior patterns resemble him very closely."
"I don't understand what you mean." Red Clo was stubborn, still unwilling to face the facts.
