"But you know, brother-in-law is a high-income talent. If you come over directly, without any educational background, it definitely won't work. Others won't respect you," said Mario Yuno, speaking only halfway and deliberately choosing the pleasant-sounding parts.
"So, is it going to be very tiring?" Arlong asked naively, taking the bait.
"I'm here for you," he said, leaving the other half unsaid—I'm here for you, and you'll be even more tired.
"Is this thing reliable?"
"I'm here, aren't I?" Mario Yuno deceived the child once again.
The child always wanted to make connections. Just get him in with some deception first, skin him alive, let this kid rebuild his worldview. Won't kill him with fatigue!
Arlong was just too young, lacking social experience. A little coaxing, and he'd believe anything.
Camden deceived him wildly. Down went a pint of draft beer, and Arlong's face flushed red, a noble passion surging forth.
