Charles spat out a mouthful of red wine when he came across a viral video of a streaker screaming in pain as [pepper spray] was applied to his wounds.
He wasn't particularly interested in the streaker, but when he realized the man, pixelated in sensitive areas, was Benjamin, he couldn't help but laugh:
"Is this what they call poetic justice?"
His revenge was silent but fierce.
Over the past week, in between training sessions with Max and Mousie, he'd made trips to the Miller family pharmaceuticals' workshop to tamper with various ingredients.
According to the shipping schedule of the Miller family pharmaceuticals, Charles reckoned that all 54 chain stores were now stocked with his 'spiked' medicines.
"With less than half a month until I head to Cyber Academy, let me quietly enjoy the downfall of Sly and his cronies," Charles murmured, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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