“Don’t be ridiculous! That wasn’t an accident!”
Clutching his nose as twin streams of blood ran, the broker screamed. As he whined that his nose bone was broken, someone beside him clicked their tongue—tsk, tsk.
“Exactly, October. Why do you keep picking at someone you can’t beat? You ought to be trying to get on his good side, if anything.”
“You and the captain might be the ones who’re desperate, not me. Ptooey!”
October of the Liberation Group, the “Broker,” stuffed tissue up his nostrils and gnashed his teeth.
“Traitor scum…! Pick a side and stick to it. Even the ones who were in denial—‘Lord Jio would never abandon us!’—all turned after New York got wrecked.”
“Broker.”
“What! Do you still believe you can go back to that side…!”
“Yaaawn.”
“Huh? Are you already done, Principal?” The area’s Mc Cutter, Teacher Gyeon Jioh, covered his yawning mouth.
Seeing the broker’s stupefied face, Nevada chuckled, shoulders shaking. Jio flipped the paper he’d been lazily skimming shut with a snap.
“If you’re done with your tantrum, is it my turn?”
“Yeah. I think you…