This fool!
Watching the burned man who had just come in and started babbling nonsense before even warming his seat, the middle-aged man felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
He had stayed up all night to regain his confidence, only to have half of it ruined by a "hot potato" sleeping at the door. Now, the burned man was openly supporting that "hot potato" to become the new leader in front of him, the current leader. *The confidence he had left was once again cut in half.*
*Damn it... everything was supposed to be moving toward the goal he had planned. So why was it all going awry all of a sudden?*
...
"Heh heh, Teague... old man, you're joking..."
While the middle-aged man was rubbing his temples in frustration, Leon, who was being harassed by the burned man, could hardly keep his composure, his expression growing stiff.
