With just one sentence, Yaen Chi basically fried Dark Snake's CPU.
He grew wary inside; a flicker of killing intent flashed in his lowered eyes, but when he looked up again, all emotion was gone.
"What do you mean, the one behind me?"
"Don't beat around the bush with me. I got orders a long time ago—hands off your Killing Alliance. If the higher-ups are giving you special treatment, either your Killing Alliance has gotten powerful enough to be worth fearing, or you've pledged yourselves to someone—an outlaw outfit trying to wash clean. Am I wrong?"
Dark Snake's mouth twitched. How the hell did he know all this!
