1155 Believer

"… That's all. Simon is dead, headquarters was attacked, and Clayon's authority has been elevated, but we no longer have any reinforcements…"

Within the convenience store, Nietzsche held a cup of hot cocoa, recounting everything that happened with worry lining his forehead. "I'm too weak…"

"I thought you would blame me." Fang Yuan put down his newspaper and smiled. "Because of someone's irresponsibility…"

"No, I've thought it over. It's definitely not your fault. You're unrelated to this, and no one requires you to do anything, but I have this responsibility!" Nietzsche took a deep breath. "I am ashamed of my narrow-mindedness and cowardice!"

"Congratulations, young man, you've grown up!" Fang Yuan congratulated him without meaning it.

"So… I've leaked your information as well!" A hint of cunning flashed across Nietzsche's eyes. "You won't be rejecting more customers since you specialize in selling occult items, I presume?"