Caesar asked, "Why do this?"
Ronglin sighed and said, "Jazz's presence is too weak. He's too fixated on imitating me, and his way of doing things is becoming more and more like mine. But I'm now the Alliance Leader, and the light I give off is enough to overshadow his. If this continues, how can he possibly become the independent figure I expect him to be?"
Caesar frowned, looking even more dissatisfied. "So you're using this method, throwing him directly out into the open before everyone? If he doesn't handle it well, the Star Alliance could very well be harboring trouble..."
"As if the Star Alliance doesn't already have trouble!" Ronglin sneered, cutting Caesar off. "We've developed too quickly, and our internal structure is complicated. These people scheme against one another, all for their own interests. There are only a few left who still fight for the Alliance like they did at the beginning. At a time like this, naturally I need someone to clean things up."
Caesar's heart skipped a beat. He understood what Ronglin meant.
Jazz had become Ronglin's blade. If anyone dared stick their head out, Ronglin would use that blade to chop down every person he considered a source of trouble.
"All right, don't worry too much!" Ronglin patted Caesar on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you still here? If Jazz can't handle it, and those pieces of trash around him are too busy to cope, free up some time and give Jazz a hand!"
"Tch!" Caesar shot Ronglin a disdainful look. "I'm a technical specialist. I never get involved in this kind of power—"
"Fuck off!" Ronglin lashed out with a kick, striking Caesar's ass with lightning speed. Caesar immediately let out a miserable scream and turned into a wisp of smoke, vanishing into the