Kapitel 528: Scales of The Hollow Tyrant

"...Ren Nakamura," Sirius said suddenly with a dead-serious look in his eyes, "Does that name ring any bells to you?" 

"Mm?" Vainglory turned an eye to him, having been looking at his pocket watch. 

"He doesn't like to talk about it much, but I know you guys have been targeting him. Ever since he returned from Purgatory, I can tell that kid is hurting on the inside–or, he's holding a lot of pain that's burned itself into him," He continued, "what the hell do you want with him?" 

Vainglory closed the lid of his silver pocket watch, shoving it back into his coat as he looked at the man. 

"...That's a question I can't answer, Sirius Federov," Vainglory told him with a calm smile. 

It was that smile that sent him over the edge, knowing the pain that Belmon inflicted onto the ones he considered family. 

As soon as he looked out of the window, seeing how distant the city had become–it was time.