"I don't want to die, so I'll strangle any threat that might get me killed in the cradle." The corners of Cruze's mouth lifted slightly, but an indescribable glint flashed through his eyes before vanishing. He continued, "And honestly, others might die if they faced you, but I definitely won't be one of them."
Basak blankly turned to look at the Masked Man beside him. He felt as though the masked man had seen straight through him. The Masked Man had noticed something wrong without even reading his information, which surprised Basak and made him even more thankful that he had chosen to join this team.
Basak curled his lips. "Don't worry. I can control myself."
Cruze smiled faintly. "That would be best."
Basak was no idiot. Although seeing Xiao Ran surrounded by so many followers at first had made him feel like he had been tricked, on second thought, the fact that Xiao Ran could gather and support so many followers proved that he had the ability to do so. In the future, it was hard to say who would be getting the better deal.
While Basak was surprised and relieved, Cruze was actually deeply shaken as well. Just now, he had realized that he seemed able to see through some of Basak's secrets—or rather, his weaknesses. He sensed that Basak had always been worried about and afraid of something lurking within himself. Cruze could even seem to see a pair of red eyes behind Basak, staring fixedly at his back. Those eyes were full of rage and a thirst for battle, as though they were coveting his body.
For some unknown reason, perhaps because of Basak's name, Cruze saw through his weakness: the word Berserker.
While Cruze and Basak were talking, Xiao Ran had not been idle. He