102. Hsi Kao Chi's Card

"Ah—forget it, forget it, forget it—please calm down, my lord."

Buz was busy. As he spoke, he halfheartedly held Hades back. In truth, Hades was probably only putting on a show, bluffing.

After all, the Underking could hardly actually beat up an invalid.

Hades was beginning to regret not reasoning with Karras more before his own strength had surged. If they fought now, the gap in combat power was far too great.

Yet even so, Karras showed not the slightest respect. The old man's gaze plainly said,

"What? You going to kill me?"

His expression was one of utter disdain.

Hades had never seen an expression so aggressively provocative. He even suspected Typhon had trained specifically for it, or perhaps Karras had always treated the younger Death Guard like this?

It did not matter. Hades put on the face of a vicious thug—making it required him to scrunch his brows and twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Just wait, Karras Typhon,"

Hades said.

"From now on, I'll make sure to call you by your full name every time. For no other reason than to disgust you."

Karras sneered.

"Call me—go on, call me! Call me whatever you want! If I so much as flinch, then I'm not Karras Typhon."

Hades looked ready to charge again, and Buz hurriedly stopped him once more. To be honest, this feeling of breaking up a fight was familiar. He remembered stopping nobles who had been about to brawl with one another.

It was the same then: plenty of thunder, no rain.

The two hurled a few more insults at each other. Buz suspected the primarch was about to laugh himself sick, but eventually, peace returned to the medical bay.

"..."

Karras went silent and stopped fighting the pile of shit.

Hades, meanwhile, had