Looking at You Pisses Me Off

As Diluk's low voice rang out, the entire atmosphere around them finally began to turn dangerous.

From beginning to end, this was the first moment Diluk's words had carried genuine emotion.

Under Diluk's oppressive gaze, Fang Li's calm demeanor instead seemed deliberately provocative.

In those circumstances, Fang Li looked at the man before him with a faint, ambiguous smile.

"Of course I know about you, Diluk Albeilfan."

With that, Fang Li spoke.

"Didn't Execution Blade and Valtan tell you that I know quite a lot?"

—Execution Blade.

—Valtan.

The pair who had formed a secret society in the shadows of Battle City, plotting something.

In the past, Fang Li had cut off one of Execution Blade's hands—that was, one of Matthias's hands.

In the past, in order to reclaim Sylvia's teacher, Ursula, whose body Valtan had possessed, Fang Li had entered into a mutual non-aggression pact with the pair.

And now, Fang Li had brought them up before Diluk.

What did that mean?

"You were originally in league with Execution Blade and Valtan, weren't you?"

Fang Li exposed the secret without the slightest hesitation.

"Though it seems this organization used to have more members, there are only the three of you left now. Am I wrong?"

The chairman of the Star Wars Festival Operations Committee.

A Pure Star Imperial Armament capable of possessing other people's bodies.

The Student Council President of Leof Black Academy.

These three had joined forces in secret, stirring restlessly beneath the darkness of Battle City.

Thus, when Fang Li had first crossed paths with Matthias and Valtan, Diluk had already noticed him and kept watch over him ever since.

"Tch..."

Diluk clicked his tongue again.

This time, however, he was genuinely annoyed.

Diluk believed that his side had done a decent enough job concealing their intelligence.