Southern District · Seventy-Sixth Block
"So, you need our help to reclaim control of the two major conglomerates?"
The Red Robe Man watched the old man before him with a smile. "You came here alone. Aren't you afraid we'll kill you and trade you to the new masters of Mint City's two major conglomerates for benefits?"
"You won't."
Weiken glanced at the figures around the Red Robe Man and the flame emblem enshrined behind him. Smiling, he said, "First, those good-for-nothings must be fighting among themselves. After Lumbert and I left, no one can keep the two major conglomerates under control. They have no new masters at all, and apart from me, you won't find a second person worth making a deal with.
"Second, we are all smart people. I believe you prefer working with smart people as well. A teammate as stupid as a pig can often cause more harm than a powerful enemy, can't he?"
He paused, looking at the figures behind the Red Robe Man who carried a faint killing intent. "I'm guessing you're preparing to do something, and you don't intend to cooperate with the two major conglomerates."
"Why do you think we care about logic?"
The Red Robe Man wore a gentle expression and smiled in a tone that sounded almost like he was persuading someone to do good. "We are the Church of Chaos. If we want to kill someone, we kill them. There is no need to care about rules or alliances."
"Because my existence can bring you greater chaos."
Weiken narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged. "You are a church. All chaos is meant to please your god and earn his blessings. The greater the chaos, the more benefits you gain. That is what I can bring you."
His gaze swept