Sapier looked at his angry sister and scratched his head. Tall and powerfully built, he was more accustomed to solving problems with brute force. He did not much like using his brain, especially when Didian was around, when he habitually stopped thinking altogether.
As far as Sapier was concerned, his sister was there, so she could do the thinking.
As for him?
He would hit whoever his sister told him to hit.
Thus, Sapier was not the least bit angry at that moment.
A Breathing Technique was precious.
But he believed his sister was right.
Didian turned to look at her simple, honest-faced brother and could not help sighing.
"Who do we work for now?"
"The Creados family's [Black Cat Followers]."
Sapier answered without hesitation.
"And that old man just now?"
"Someone from the Inner Bay."
Sapier replied.
Then he blinked.
The sheer innocence in his eyes made Didian cover her forehead.
She had no choice but to explain in greater detail-
"No matter how good an enemy's gifts are, they still belong to the enemy.
If you accept the enemy's gifts, how can you stay in South Los as a member of the [Black Cat Followers]?"
Sapier froze for several seconds before finally understanding.
"That damned bastard!
I'll smash him to pieces!"
Didian caught her hotheaded brother around the shoulders, the helplessness in her eyes deepening.
"Even with an enemy, don't start a fight lightly.
Because our position doesn't give us that right.
Besides...
We need to think of Mother."
Didian pointed toward the kitchen in the backyard. Their mother had already woken and was carrying a bundle of firewood inside. The dawn light cast a short shadow behind her stooped body. As though sensing something, the old woman looked up and saw Didian and Sapier standing at the