After he finished speaking, it seemed as if he recalled something: The deep peach blossom color in his eyes deepened even more, as if he was sure that this little follower would say something he didn't want to hear. "Don't tell me there's no such thing, because...I don't believe it. Just bring it out honestly, then your boss will be happy, and you'll survive. If you don't behave and try any funny tricks, let's play together. You must have heard of what kind of temperament I, Michael Gordon, have, right?"
"I've heard, I've heard!"
The little follower nodded vigorously, frightened by his words. If he didn't know what kind of ruthless character Oliver Thompson was, he had heard of Michael Gordon, the living King of Hell, since he was young. He knew very well that there was a little tyrant in the Gordon family in Andras City.
