Meanwhile,
Outside the manor, on the main streets of Heavenly Port Inner City.
The sky was overcast, the air oppressively hot, as if rain could pour down any minute.
Liszt squatted at a street corner smoking, eyeing the bare legs of women passing by. This godforsaken place had its perks, like the women were fierce; though it wasn't the coldest time yet, the temperature had dropped somewhat, yet these girls still fearlessly flaunted what they had.
"You really can blow your own trumpet."
Fen was somewhat amazed too; Liszt had a knack for trickery and deceit. If he were Taylor, let alone going after Boss, he'd seriously consider slapping Emperor a couple of times.
In Liszt's stories, everyone in Heavenly Port was his man, and so was everyone in the Western Continent. His brothers were all around, just scattered. Just a nod from you, a few slick moves, and taking down Boss would be like chopping vegetables.
Of course, Taylor wasn't a fool; he wouldn't just blindly support Liszt.
