Marcus's Rage and Plans...

"Bastard!"

Bang!

With a fierce slap, Marcus reduced the table before him to dust. His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted heavily, yet the hatred in his heart had not eased in the slightest. He wanted nothing more than to destroy everything in his tent.

Everyone who knew Marcus knew that he had a bad temper—a very bad one.

Once his temper flared, even a mosquito flying past him could become the cause of his rage. At times like that, the servants responsible for his daily needs suffered, becoming Marcus's punching bags. They might even lose their lives!

If Marcus had not been the second-in-command of the Saito Family, the Ai Lu Empire's second greatest family, and if he had not been a powerful Peak Eighth Order expert, he would likely have offended countless people long ago.

Yet no matter how terrible Marcus's temper was, and no matter how often he lost his temper—second only to how often he ate—none of his previous rages had ever compared to this one.

Marcus had already been deeply displeased by Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki leading the entire Misaka Corps through the camp. Now, not only had Peros begun investigating his secret actions, but Shokuhou Misaki had also meddled. His plan to assassinate her had even failed. But that was not the worst part. The worst part was that, in front of everyone, two little girls had pointed weapons at his head and threatened him. He had wanted to save Andrew's life, yet with a single word from him, Andrew had been killed right before his eyes!

Andrew's death was one thing. Though they were both fellow sufferers who had carried out the plan together, Marcus had never been especially close to him. What Marcus truly could not endure was Wu Yan!

Not only