Fengjin Stabbed?

Faced with Fengjin's teasing question, Shukuro Tsukishima merely smiled faintly.

He tilted his head and casually took a few steps forward. His right index finger slipped into the pages of the book as if by accident, and he asked softly, "I don't think I know you. Have we met before?"

"No." Fengjin shook his head decisively, stroking the beard on his chin. "I've never liked dealing with sinister people."

"Heh, is that so? It seems that although we aren't acquainted, you have quite a deep misunderstanding of me!" Tsukishima's smile grew even brighter as he took another two steps forward.

Fengjin's face...