Ignition (13)

They really hadn't disappointed!

He'd pretended to hesitate under the threat, then, just as the other party thought they had him cornered, suddenly turned around and mocked them.

The clown's reckless insanity had Fu Qian watching with great interest from the corner.

Clearly, the demigod Aiko might know how to intimidate people, but she obviously didn't understand lunatics.

Fu Qian was sure the clown was having the time of his life.

For this thrill-seeking terrorist, mouthing off to a demigod from another land was clearly the pinnacle of excitement.

"You think I'm bluffing?"

By comparison, Aiko was clearly far less amused.

Once she understood what the clown meant, her expression turned several times uglier, and her voice sounded almost gritted through her teeth.

"No, no... you still don't understand... You're nowhere near as good as the person you're looking for!"

The clown's voice was tinged with regret.

"If the danger isn't real, then neither is the fun. I never doubted your methods or your resolve. Otherwise, how could this be so satisfying..."

As he spoke, he burst into laughter again.

Bastard...

Faced with this stubborn lunatic, Aiko looked as if she wanted to slap him dead.

And yet, despite being so decisive when it came to killing, she ultimately didn't.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

Just as Fu Qian was pondering the situation, the clown seemed to grow a little bored and picked up the glass of blood.

In the next moment, he didn't even take off his mask. Instead, he pried open its mouth with his other hand and tipped the glass back until it was completely empty.

"Lady, if there's nothing else, I must take my leave."

Slowly setting down the empty glass, he stared at Aiko.

"I have to leave before this place becomes completely dull, so