Mera: As Long as We Jump into the Sea, He Won't Be Able to Catch Us

"Gulp!"

Watching Russell roll up his sleeves, ready to beat someone up, Arthur swallowed again and tried to reason with him. "Buddy, calm down. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. You're a superhero—you can't just go around hitting people."

"It's fine. No one will know."

"But I'll know..."

After Arthur said that, his mouth fell wide open. He was right—if Russell killed him and sank him into the sea, no one would know!

No, he had to save himself!

Arthur's eyes darted about. Comparing his combat ability to Russell's, he realized he had no chance of winning.

He had originally thought that with the ocean at his back, he could just run if he couldn't win. Russell surely wouldn't be able to catch him. But now that he thought about it again, losing was still losing—and he wouldn't even be able to escape.

Calm analysis, a little thought, strategic planning, execution of the plan.

Arthur immediately became exceedingly respectful and lowered his head in apology. "Sorry. I drank too much and got a little impulsive just now. I hope you can give me another chance to talk properly."

There was no helping it. Losing was losing. His home field had become Russell's home field. He was at a complete disadvantage on sea, land, and in the air. What the hell was there left to fight?

He gave up!

"Giving in that easily?"

Russell sneered coldly. If apologies worked, what would they need the police for? "But I remember someone telling me to eat shit. Did you hear that?"

"No, you must have heard wrong..."

"Hm?"

"I must have said it wrong!"

A man had to bow his head under another's roof. Arthur had never heard that saying before, but that didn't stop him from understanding what it meant.