What an unlucky fellow.
Stussy looked at Morgans with pity in her eyes.
He had shown up at precisely the worst possible time.
Still.
The woman couldn't help sighing inwardly. It wasn't as though she was doing any better herself.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! How frightening!"
Confronted with Roa's threat, Morgans raised both wings in terror. "Against a monster like you, I don't have the slightest hope of escaping alive!"
Seeing him like this, Stussy couldn't help feeling somewhat stunned.
Because, well, he only looked frightened.
Roa curled up the corners of his mouth.
He could see it clearly. The only negative emotion surging through Morgans at that moment was greed. There wasn't the slightest trace of panic or fear, much less despair.
It made sense. This man was a madman to begin with.
A lunatic who cared about nothing as long as he could create sensational news.
If he could produce unprecedented news, this man would probably be willing to die for it.
With someone like that, it was extremely difficult to shake his emotions, let alone leave him with an eternal emotional imprint.
"But I don't want to die either!"
Morgans blinked and let out a long breath. "All right, then, Mr. Roa, may I ask you a question? You didn't get into the arms business just to make money, did you?"
"What do you think I'm doing it for?"
Roa asked with great interest.
"Wealth and power shouldn't be things you care about, right?"
Morgans suddenly chuckled and waggled his eyebrows. "Stussy said that you're a monster who walks alongside calamity and feeds on it. I think that's your true purpose."
"Oh?"
Roa raised an eyebrow.
"You simply want to make this world even more chaotic!"
Morgans' tone and gaze both grew feverish. "Weapons are meant to promote