"Supreme!" Damon and Nia gritted their teeth in rage, upon seeing Michael.
'You thought I won't recognize you.' Nia clenched her fist under the table.
"Nia, How many times have I told you to let Supreme go? You guys played a game, and you were the imposter--"
"--Stop it Dad, He injured Fafnir, he's going to pay for that."
Sheehan sighed helplessly, He knows how arrogant and proud his daughter was, But...
...Doesn't she knows no matter what happens, someone always got hurt in VRG?
"Calm down, Damon." Rebecca placed her hand on Damon's fist. "You'll have your revenge, but not here and now."
Damon took a deep breath and nodded at her. "I know, But seeing him just made my blood boils."
"Let's hope it's hot enough to burn him."
The two turned to Firenze who sat on the same table with them.
"So you also hate him." Damon said.
