"What do you want to do with the Red Ribbon Army?"
Everything Vice Commander Black had worked for, every ambition he had, was for the sake of helping Commander Red's Red Ribbon Army conquer the world.
Though Vice Commander Black did not possess the intelligence and talent of Zhuge Liang, he had always proceeded steadily, putting the Red Ribbon Army first in everything, doing the utmost of what he could, and constantly learning so he could better assist the Red Ribbon Army in conquering the world.
He had devoted all his ideals and passionate zeal to the Red Ribbon Army.
But Commander Red's ugly appearance as he fled had broken his heart and made him feel that helping Commander Red had been a disastrous choice.
He now knew that pouring all his passion into assisting Commander Red had been the greatest failure of his life's ideals.
Commander Red could die, but he did not want the Red Ribbon Army to simply vanish into nothingness. After all, it was an ideal into which he had poured immense effort.
"Hm?" He-El lifted his downward gaze and looked at Black, who wore a black suit, had skin darker than coal, and sausage-like lips.
He-El had not paid much attention to this man, who was merely Commander Red's right-hand man and the Red Ribbon Army's vice commander.
Not to mention Black—even Commander Red would not have caught He-El's attention if his reason for collecting the Dragon Balls had not been so absurd. Otherwise, He-El would never have noticed that this short man was the commander of the world-famous terrorist organization known as the Red Ribbon Army.
Yamcha and Krillin were equally baffled, unable to understand what Black, their enemy, was doing.
"Black, what are you doing?! Put down the gun!" Commander Red's face darkened