Budman sat alone in the Wing of Death's room, feeling a wave of tension.
The decoration in the Wing of Death's room was simple: a bed, a desk and chair, a punching bag for practice, and three photos nailed to the wall— the Red Lion, the Tricky Jester, and the damn Supreme Crown.
These three had one thing in common: they always looked down on the Wing of Death and his subordinates, with the most arrogant being the Supreme Crown and his Light Core. Ever since that princeling had refused the Wing of Death's invitation to meet with a disdainful expression, the two had become irreconcilable enemies.
As for the Caelum Heroes who were always against them... to be honest, most thugs didn't hate him much, it was mostly just a headache. What could you do with an invincible good guy?
The Wing of Death hadn't arrived yet, and Budman idly reminisced about the past.
