The voice on the other end was Stark's, but judging by his tone, he was not the Stark from Schiller's universe. Which one was he? That was an important question.
"You've got it wrong. I'm not Schiller."
"Don't try to fool me again, you damn liar! Why is your phone number here? Is this game interconnected too?"
"Probably." Schiller answered somewhat perfunctorily. A few sentences were not enough to determine which Stark was on the other end.
"What do you want?" Schiller asked.
"Uh... I don't know what the hell is going on. All right, it's a little complicated. Do you have time right now?"
"I have time, but I don't know whether I should listen to you. I think you're the liar."
Stark on the other end cursed. Quite angrily, he said, "You were using me from start to finish. You deliberately piqued my interest in you and your brother so I'd help you find him..."
"And you were only interested in my abilities." Schiller sneered. "You're all the same."
"Since that's the case, let's be frank. Since you know I'm not a good person, why did you call me?"
Schiller already knew that the person on the other end was White Armor. He had probably figured out in the end that Schiller had been stringing him along.
Still, he was not quite that angry. For one thing, some time had passed, and most of his anger had faded. For another, his own hands were hardly clean. He had wanted to trick Schiller out of his abilities too. It was merely two villains trying to deceive each other.
But like in the Cold War, whoever spoke first lost. White Armor had called Schiller first, and with Schiller putting it that way, it inevitably sounded like, "See? You're the one