"And you also met that kid…"
Doyle sighed in agony.
"Oh God, when we were still fourteen or fifteen, we weren't so complicated. Shouldn't we be simple, naive, rash, and lusted after women?"
He felt aggrieved as he looked at Glover. He sought for acknowledgment.
"There was nothing that cannot be solved by a night in Red Street Market, right?"
Against his expectations, Glover, who did not usually respond actively, spoke this time.
"Not us, just you." The quiet Vanguard snorted before he turned his head to the other side.
D.D's smile disappeared in a moment.
At this time, another voice could be heard,
"Is everything alright?"
Doyle and Glover felt shocked!
In a second, they both stood straight and turned to the direction of the metal gate.
