"Hahaha, not that at all," it was John's turn to be amused. He looked at the other side of the river, crossing his arms.
"It's just I have a theory in mind, something that makes me focus entirely on them. And you said it yourself: the universal rule is to target those bastards first. Remove them from the trial, then we can settle the situation between ourselves, right?"
"Well…" Lanmar felt like John was spinning a web of lies, hiding the sharp edges of his real intentions behind a mask of seemingly logical excuses.
"I won't say any help is unappreciated by my people. Still, I don't see the point in you targeting them. Once they set their eyes on you, they won't stop until they've brought you down and rendered your flesh into fuel."
John calmly smiled. He wasn't bothered by Lanmar's warnings because, in his mind, those bastards had already targeted him. The D-1000s weren't a random occurrence; they were a targeted strike.
