Chrollo glanced at him. You don't need to understand. You just need to know that we won't fight each other.
So he did not need to worry that they would erupt into a massive battle with Yezi and get him dragged into it as well.
Shalnark rubbed his nose ruefully and smiled awkwardly. That's good, then.
Though he wasn't afraid of fighting, he knew without thinking that if a war broke out, Feitan would definitely stand on the opposite side. Feitan hit really hard, and he certainly didn't want to get beaten up again.
Yezi, what did Chrollo just say to you? As soon as Chrollo and the others walked away, Feitan ran over to him dripping wet, a look of curiosity on his face. Can you tell me about it?
It didn't look like they were arguing, otherwise, given Yezi's personality—he was already angry to begin with—if Chrollo had added fuel to the fire, Yezi definitely wouldn't have been able to resist throwing hands.
Since they hadn't, it proved that the situation between them hadn't escalated further.
Yet it didn't look like good news either, because Yezi's expression was full of disgust while Chrollo was all smiles, goodness knows what kind of scheme he was cooking up in his head.
It's nothing. He came to apologize to me. Luo Ye casually made up an excuse to brush it off, and in response received a strange, indescribable look from Feitan.
Why are you making that face? Luo Ye looked at him in confusion. You don't believe it?
It's not that I don't believe it, Feitan said, his expression somewhat hesitant. It's just that Chrollo never apologizes to anyone.
The people who required an apology from him had all been sent straight to hell, let alone someone offering mere verbal provocation;