Sun Jack walked into the ruins, soaking wet, constantly searching the rat burrows for something. He was very familiar with this place; some of the things here, he had even moved here himself.
Finally, inside a stack of black tires, he found a painting, a group photo of Rat Mercenaries. Everyone in it was smiling happily, Solomon included.
"Why... Why? Why is it you who's betrayed me?" Sun Jack's hands shook as he twisted the photo out of shape.
"What have you found?" Tapai's voice rang out from behind Sun Jack.
"I remember now, I remember who Solomon is. He was a street kid I saved," Sun Jack said, his voice trembling.
"And then?" Tapai, with his arms crossed, walked up to Sun Jack.
"I fed him, I taught him how to use weapons, to survive in the Metropolis. I can understand if others betray me, but him!"
At that moment, Sun Jack truly wanted to ask why. Why did he hate him so much, why did he seek vengeance, biding his time, using Anan to psychologically torment him?
