[Re-Chap]
"Switch on the projector... Let's meet the higher-ups," sighed Geonn, as he gave the remote for the projector to his butler, who pressed the 'on' button and scrammed as soon as he can.
Since it was an old-school projector built using age-old technology, the displayed screen was poor in quality. But the two managed.
"So, you got out, Mister... Fourth God." The Cult Supreme welcomed Zitcho, seated in her throne, and sipping the wine glass.
"Yeah... I just lost my cool. So, I accidentally killed that guy. But—"
"Hold on a second, tiger... This is not even a problem. You are an idiot who forced the puny cops to arrest you. You did it to yourself... You know how hard is it to get you out?"
